Chapter Fifty-Three

Over the years the spectacle of the parade slowly dwindled. These days people hurry up and down Main Street kicking the dirty slush up until about noon. Then Cleveland – the old policeman who should’ve retired decade or so ago – puts up the saw horses along the two blocks of the parade route. Herc53

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