Louisville: Small town or Big city?

Derby season is here!!! The city is buzzing with the excitement. News stories are covering the health of the horses. Hot air balloons are hovering over and around the city. You can head down to the chow wagon for live music and a killer corn dog. Thousands of people are pouring into the city.

And yet, in the midst of all of the madness, I had a moment. Last Saturday, I was home alone doing something mundane or nother, and I heard a siren go by. For a loooong time. Not just any siren. It was one of those special parade sirens that you only hear at parades. And then I heard another. And then many children's voices. I scurried to the door to peek out and see what kind of hubbub was going on in my quiet old neighborhood. What to my wondering eyes should appear, but hundreds of little league baseball players parading down my street!! Seriously. Apparently there is a BIG Germantown baseball league of some sort, and they always do a big kick off parade. The parade started with the littlest ones (probably 4-5 year olds) riding in beds of pickup trucks, and went on up to teenagers. I'm sad to say that there really weren't all that many people out, so the kids who threw candy, just ran back and picked it up to throw again. It was just a lovely little bit of Americana. I know it sounds really dumb, but it made me feel SO good to know that even though I'll be raising my kids in such a big city and in such a different environment than I grew up in, they'll still have some small town experiences. I have to admit my eyes actually did tear up a bit at it all.

This post was kind of silly, but I've just had it on my mind since it happened. Oh, and just as an aside, Clay said he was in that very parade when HE was a kid. And that was a LONG time ago!