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Monday – A Night In Tomball, Texas
Aug. 9th, 2010 04:02 pm.
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The parade on Saturday night is Tomball was a little on the lame side, but that’s okay. Since I moved to Tomball in 1997, I’ve come to expect parades that err on the side of unimpressive. Let’s face it; unlike Houston - its colossal neighbor to the southwest that takes up over 600 square miles - Tomball, Texas, is a small town. They don’t have a big city budget, but they do their best. Each year their best gets a little more impressive to my eyes (which have learned to not expect much). Most parades that I’ve seen in Tomball begin with a fire truck; this year it ended with one, too. And we had 5 Shriners chasing each other in their little Shriner cars; last year they only had one in the Tomball Night parade. It that was sad.
“One Shriner?” a man standing next to me watching the parade asked, his voice incredulous. “Where are the rest of them? Aren’t there supposed to be more?”
“We’re a small town,” I said, holding my fingers about a half-inch apart. Then I moved them closer together, to about a quarter inch. “Really small. We only get one.”
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The parade on Saturday night is Tomball was a little on the lame side, but that’s okay. Since I moved to Tomball in 1997, I’ve come to expect parades that err on the side of unimpressive. Let’s face it; unlike Houston - its colossal neighbor to the southwest that takes up over 600 square miles - Tomball, Texas, is a small town. They don’t have a big city budget, but they do their best. Each year their best gets a little more impressive to my eyes (which have learned to not expect much). Most parades that I’ve seen in Tomball begin with a fire truck; this year it ended with one, too. And we had 5 Shriners chasing each other in their little Shriner cars; last year they only had one in the Tomball Night parade. It that was sad.
“One Shriner?” a man standing next to me watching the parade asked, his voice incredulous. “Where are the rest of them? Aren’t there supposed to be more?”
“We’re a small town,” I said, holding my fingers about a half-inch apart. Then I moved them closer together, to about a quarter inch. “Really small. We only get one.”
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