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This year's Grand Marshall was Vicente Escobedo. He was a boxer for the U.S. in the Olympic Games in Athens. From his profile at 15rounds.com: "Born in Woodland, California, 1981, Vicente Escobedo still calls the modest city, home. His desire is to be like his hero, Oscar De La Hoya, and capture a gold medal. He is currently trained by his older brother, Jose, who introduced him to the sport at 13 years of age. Ten years have since passed, and Vicente has steadily improved with each day. " Okay- read that again.....'Modest city'? MODEST?!? I sure hope they mean in the sense of 'free from ostentation or pretension' which is one definition of modest. NOT ' low or inferior in station or quality'. Woodland rocks.
Riding in the next car was 'Big John'- a beautiful, and huge German Shepherd. Unlike Vicente calling Woodland 'modest', Big John had the following to say about his hometown in a recent issue of "Big Dogs Who Hate Cats." "I was the fifth puppy in a litter of 9. I grew up in a cardboard box over behind Raleys, where I always got plenty to eat. I think Woodland is the greatest town in the world, it made me what I am today. I'm currently paper-training a pup of my own, and I've been using a map of Davis for him to do his 'nastiest bits'." Now that is a good dog. We also ran across one of Big John's old buddies- here is what Barney had to say:
And there was this one time I remember that we met a couple of fine lookin' Schnauzers who had just gotten out of the pound. I mean, I was all over that stuff, but John didn't even want to sniff! Sometimes I wonder if he might be going the wrong way down a one way street, if you know what I mean."
We move from the Mexican flag, to a California flag. This is ironic, in that California was part of Mexico for quite a long time. Have you ever wondered why we have a bear on the California state flag? Well, it wasn't by accident- here is the story: The Bear Flag Revolt
A band of some thirty American settlers seized Colonel Mariano Guadalupe Vallejo and informed him that he was a prisoner of war. The Americans proudly proclaimed that theirs was a war for the independence of California. In front of Vallejo's casa grande, the rebels hoisted a flag emblazoned with a crude drawing of a bear, a lone star, and the words "CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC." (At this time of course, California was part of Mexico...hmmm..) The original bear flag was made by William Todd, nephew of Abraham Lincoln. Todd used a three-by-five piece of white cotton cloth. Along the bottom he sewed several strips of red flannel taken from either a man's shirt or a woman's petticoat. He then painted a five-pointed red star in the upper left-hand corner and drew a picture of a California grizzly bear. But William Todd clearly was no artist. His grizzly looked more like a pig than a bear. Shortly after the arrival of United States naval forces along the California coast, the Stars and Stripes replaced the Bear Flag over Sonoma. The life of the "California Republic" thus ended on July 9, less than a month after it had begun.
There are a lot of historical type groups out there. These were the Caledonians from Sacramento.
They brought a rolling castle with them. It's like an early motorhome.
Abe Lincoln was at the parade.
And this guy with these little miniature horses. They were cute, but the one in front was slipping on the wet asphalt.
The Sierra Outlaws were at the parade again. Last year they had a cool little cart with a skeleton hanging from it. I was impressed that they had a skeleton at a christmas parade. Instead of the skeleton, this year they highlighted:
Once again, it was a spectacular show.
Next time you hear that the Air Force dropped a stray
bomb onto a residential area full of innocent civilians,
Not to be outdone by the Air Force, and their kinder-gentler
bombs, Grocery Outlet had this very cool bag costume.
Dude...I go to that school! I wonder how I could get on the float next year.
A parade without clowns, is like a Big Mac without a hair in it.
Yes, that is a donkey.
The guy in the cowboy hat was pissed.
Man I love dogs...
I don't know why they said that dogs and their owners
start to look alike.
Try the brown one, I hear they taste just like chicken!
The End...
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