So a couple of weeks ago, on a Saturday, we were sitting in the dining room eating our lunch. Chris was reading the paper. He looked up and said semi-mockingly, “Oh no, we’re going to miss the Dover Cruise this weekend.” we were heading out to the beach in a couple of hours.
“What’s that?” “I don’t know.” he did know but didn’t feel like getting into it further. That’s kind of an annoying thing to do, isn’t it? Anyway….
A moment later we heard a strange put-put-putting coming from outside.
We peeked out the window and saw a tractor. Then another. It was the Dover Cruise!
Around here, almost any tractor passing is reason enough to run out waving like a crazy person. For Kennedy, not me. Usually. Not that there’s any shortage of tractors passing by all day, everyday. Kennedy just really likes them.
But these were vintage tractors. Hundreds of them. On parade. Thought the middle of nowhere.
So out we all ran to the front lawn. Out the front door we never use, even.
And it was the highlight of the day. For all of us.
Only in the country.