It’s fall in Texas
I love living in a small town, even if it wants to be a “bigger” deal than it is. I watch the same parades with the same high school marching band football “fight” song. Winners of the same pageants throw candy from convertibles along with the dance schools, local businesses, and a police car with lights flashing, all down the same crowded little street curbs I watched from as a child, and I love it. Even after reading this book over the summer. I can’t help it.