When we arrived in town, most of the folks in our tractor club were already there ahead of time.
Then they got us all lined up in the proper order for the parade.
In front of us was my old boss from sometime in the 1980's when I worked for him at the orchard. He had his grandson with him.
We saw a familiar face amongst the fair volunteers, one of the twins who used to live next door.
On the square, there was a huge crowd, but I didn't take a picture. I was busy smiling and waving at relatives, including grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
In a way, I hate that I didn't get to watch the whole parade from the sidelines, but it was a lot of fun being part of the parade with Cliff. And I am happy to report that nobody died on our watch.