Small Town Life  

pragmaticCTcpl 62M/51F
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8/13/2006 12:19 pm

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8/27/2006 10:30 am

Small Town Life


Yesterday, Mrs. Prag and I were in attendance at one of our small town's annual happenings...a Fireman's Parade.

In Connecticut, as I'm sure elsewhere, this is one of those annual events that is always a focal point, especially for small towns like ours.

It was a "first" for Mrs. Prag, even though we've been together for almost five years...married for over three...and living back in the town that I grew up in, and lived in for most of my life, for over two.

I had been doing yard work earlier in the day...which included mowing the, when I took a short trip to a gas station, in town, to get gas for the mower, I was not surprised to see people already sitting in lawn chairs along the parade route...2 1/2 hours before the parade was scheduled to begin.

Mrs. Prag, en route home from picking up her youngest, had to pick up a few things from our local grocery store about the same time, and she couldn't believe that people would be out waiting for a small town parade for over two hours..!

Welcome to small town life, Honey..!

I had finished up with the lawn...took a shower...had thrown some lawn chairs into the back of the car...and we drove the short distance to town, about a half an hour before the start of the parade.

Just about every square foot of space along Main Street already had people occupying their favorite space to watch the parade. Whether it was on the the back of parked pick-up trucks...or sitting on the steps of any building in town...our little town of less than 7,000 people was bursting at the seams.

Traffic through town had not been stopped, as it was just a matter of finding a parking space (Mrs. Prag spotted one, and we got it)...unloading the chairs...and walking about 50 feet to a shaded intersection.

Getting a reassuring okay from one of our town's finest, who was directing traffic, that we could set up our chairs in the middle of the intersecting street in a few minutes when traffic would be shut off, confirmed what I had seen countless times over the course of my're never too late to get a good spot to watch the parade..!

We set up our chairs a few minutes later, joined by many others who had also been waiting, or who seeing that a better spot opened up, moved from a less-than-ideal vantage point, and waited for the parade to begin.

Mrs. Prag got into a sporadic conversation with an elderly couple, who quite by coincidence, the woman of this couple had grown up on our street, and her parents had lived there until they died.

When I was brought into the conversation, and heard the story, I had to focus on their faces a little longer than usual, but sure enough, even with age and time, I remembered their name.

The parade started, and the seemingly endless procession of firemen, fire fighting apparatus and trucks, and bands, moved by in front of us for over an hour.

The over-modulated announcer of who-was-who and what-was-what had mentioned several times that there were 55 fire departments represented, and at least a half a dozen bands, drum & bugle, drum & fife, and drum & drum corps in the parade.

Every once in awhile, after a number of departments had filed past, Mrs. Prag would lean over to me and smile. Seems as though she connected the different town's fire departments with the different places she's lived in her life, as well as where different guys were from that she's had sexual adventures with..!!!!

She did lean over and smile a lot..!

The second-from-last vehicle in the parade that passed us is when I came back to life. There...sitting in the passenger seat of a water-tanker truck...was Mrs. Prag's twin..!!!!!!

I was so stunned by the identical appearance of this woman to my wife, that it took me a few seconds to lean over and tell Mrs. Prag...which by that time was too late for her to see her.

My lovely and sexy wife is an identical twin. Her sister died 9 days after their birth, but they were identical.

We've often talked about the "what ifs" associated with that, had she lived, but that's another whole blog, by itself..!

The parade being over, we put the chairs back in the car and walked over to the Fireman's carnival.

By anyone's standards, this is a very small carnival. There were only 8 rides...two tents serving wagon selling cotton candy, candied apples and popcorn...4 games (one of which was a water gun game where Mrs. Prag won a large purple monkey, on the first try)...and one "souvenir" stand, located right next to the exit.

Needless to say...after $40. spent on ride tickets for Mrs. Prag's youngest and a friend...another $20. spent on food (I got my annual fix of fried dough)...and another $10. spent (for a red-white-and-blue pimp-hat, for her youngest) on the way out...not to mention the rapidly falling temperature...we were done for the day..!

I did get to see a few old friends and acquaintances, though. Something that this annual event is famous for. Mrs. Prag doesn't know anyone, outside of a few people that she's met through our local school system.

It seems the older I get...the fewer people I know are there. I guess it's that no matter where the years have taken us, when the parents have passed, there's no reason to visit the old home town anymore...or could it be that historically, over the years...the last night of the carnival...after the no where to be with about a 1,000 very inebriated fireman..? (of course Mrs. Prag wasn't worried about ALL..!) happyf;

I must be fair and honest, though...last night, even though the post-parade party-goers were still in abundance...and very well segregating them inside of the tennis courts next to the carnival area, there were no unruly incidents witnessed.

So to all of those who planned, marched, and participated in our little town's annual event...our sincerest thanks. Not only do you provide entertainment, but you collectively are all there, if and when we need you.



8/13/2006 12:48 pm

many reasons.. this shed a tear and brought a huge smile..sounds like a beautiful day.. thanks for sharing

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pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/16/2006 11:18 am:
You're very welcome, Mrs. Muff..! {=}

And I'm sad...and happy, that in sharing it, it evoked those emotions.


8/13/2006 5:11 pm

Here's to Smalltown USA and all who make it work! {=}

just a squirrel trying to get a nut

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/16/2006 11:20 am:
For is...and always has been...home..!

angelofmercy5 60F
17881 posts
8/14/2006 4:30 am

Made me long even more for simplier times in my small town growing up. Oddly enough....I kind of blogged about this a little myself today!

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/16/2006 11:24 am:
I'm just glad that we were able to come back to my small, home town, to live...and so is Mrs. Prag..!

quietmansect 42M
749 posts
8/14/2006 5:45 am

Wild ! (Seeing the twin I mean) Life can be just too weird. It is cool that so many people enjoy small own life in Connecticut, but it does have its quirkiness.


pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/16/2006 11:30 am:
I don't know if I'd agree with "quirkiness." For us, it is far removed from the hustle of the cities, or even the larger towns, but 10 miles North, South, or East puts us into the hustle...and if we're really looking for "the bright lights of the big city," we're only a half hour's drive from them.

I work out of the city and drive all over Connecticut, in my work. I can honestly say, there's no place like home.

champagnechaser 42F
1639 posts
8/14/2006 1:32 pm

I'd love to hear the "what if's"

pragmaticCTcpl replies on 8/16/2006 11:39 am:
And so you shall, CC.

You were my inspiration for
The..."what-if's"...With Twins..!

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