Here in Hooterville

OK , our small town isn't quite Hooterville and my phone is not up a pole (and if you're too young to understand these references, they are not to a restaurant with well-endowed waitresses. Let me send you my DVD's of Green Acres) but it is time for our annual festival. It is so Norman Rockwell it almost makes your teeth ache. I was just uptown. Everyone has left their lawn chairs laying on the curb to secure their place for tonight's parade. As far as I know, no one has ever had a chair stolen. We'll have a parade full of antique tractors, firetrucks, baseball teams and church floats. There will be tons of mingling and the eating of elephant ears and breaded tenderloins (a Hoosier thing). People who haven't lived here in 40 years come back for this festival. Tomorrow has kiddie games, local talent, tractor pulls, pedal tractor pulls, basketball tournaments, etc. Like I said, so wholesome your teeth ache. I admit, a steady diet of this conviviality would wear thin, but for one weekend a year, it's fun.