I don't know about you, but I am worried that the guy on the Segway doesn't know what's about to hit him. Watch out for the angry Scotsman, lad!
Oh, I see. There's some sort of monster on the horizon:
Yes, friends, this can mean only one thing: it's time for the annual 4th of July Parade. This year, it's back in Nevada City.
This is small town America, overlooked by a courthouse.
And always ready to make a buck.
We're not too proud to let all the flags fly, even those of other states. Hello, Maryland!
The parade had all the standard things. Hyphenated-Americans? Check!
Dogs (with safety socks)? Check!
Kids (and more dogs)? Check!
Painted horses? Check!
An almost disrespectful number of flags? Check!
An odd confluence of American Patriotism and American Separatism? Check!
Political partisans trying to teach chemistry? Check!
Political partisans attempting to teach theater? Check!
Soapbox derby cars? Check!
Which reminds me, the monster at the top was also a soapbox derby car.
And not the wayward child of the biggest float:
One thing that I bet our parade had and yours didn't: