I actually know exactly when I realized we would all be okay. It was in the middle of a muddy cornfield, with smoking fire sculptures, freezing, dirty kids, bands blaring Irish music, and lots and lots of strangers – laughing, running, hugging, and climbing, then eventually, drinking, eating and dancing. Kids were free falling into waves of mud; rolling, picking themselves up and doing it all over again; laughter echoing
A Parade Hugs Newtown
It’s a great day for a parade. Seriously? In Newtown? Celebrating what? Celebrating us. The Labor Day Parade in Newtown is – was – our claim to fame long before everyone knew our name. It’s Norman Rockwell-esque, small town celebrity complete with pontificating politicians, local docs driving antique tractors, creepy clowns, marching bands, karate kids, church goers, civil war reenactment dudes, little leaguers, veterans, shriners, and plenty of Newtown High