Milford Memorial Day Parade

Parades conjure up something different in everyone, I think.


I always get a big fat lump in my throat and hope no one looks at me as I stifle back tears. This is inexplicable, but it ALWAYS happens.

And then there’s just plain terror.

Every bit as inexplicable.


But no less real.



But we all feel something.


Except Jim.

But that’s only because he’s a heartless robot.

Hope you had a happy Memorial Day.