(Originally posted on the website Continuum…)

A few days ago I wrote about my neighbor’s beautiful, well-kept lawn. Look what happened! A whole crowd came to see!

Actually, our little town had a Memorial Day parade today. The parade participants gathered at our end of the main street before the parade began. Soon there were all kinds of people on the neighbor’s grass: eager spectators waiting for the quaint parade to start, Cub Scouts, Brownies, and even a marching band. I was wondering how the poor guy felt to see all those people tramping across his yard. The best is the guy sitting there on the rock in his flower bed in between his big pine trees. The poor fellow must have been sprawled out on the great big foyer of his house having a stroke!