The Parade

           Down the road we went, vibrating in harmony with the highway, enjoying the splendor of Canada just north of the Great Lakes.  The sun was splashing its rays upon us as we pushed the cold air out of the way.  Little towns crept around us and laughed as we passed through.

            Brick upon red brick piled neatly into two story structures, lined like British soldiers with blackened chimneys on their shoulders standing guard over a throng of people crowding the street.

           "Hey, Mog there are a lot of people lining the streets.  I wonder?"

           It seemed like we were uninvited Grand Marshalls of a parade.  There were great bunches of Royal Canadian Mounted Police about to participate.  Well in any case the people waved as we drove through and I waved back and Mog blew his horn.  One exceedingly pretty young woman standing in the throng captured my gaze and sent me a radiant smile that warmed my chilled body and sent me on my way with a grin.  What a fun filled foray introducing my traveling companion and me in such a grand way to all these fine folks!