P is for Parade

When I was either a sophomore or junior in high school, I had the excitement of dressing as our school mascot and walking in two Christmas parades one year.  As they say, everyone loves a parade, and I had a ton of fun walking with our marching band and waving at the crowds as we moved through the city streets in the Raleigh Christmas parade and the Rocky Mount Christmas parade.

I want to be in a parade again.  This time, however, I want to be riding with the Model T club and to be waving to the crowd from the front seat of our 1926 Model T Ford.

My husband inherited the car from his grandfather, and it currently sits in our garage with boxes and tools and other odds and ends piled up on it and in it.  The valves need to ground down and supposedly the car will be ready to crank and run.  (nudge, nudge, dear husband)

I'm ready for my parade debut as an adult in my fancy old car!