When i was a wee small lad living in, i believe, Boulder City, there was of course a 4th of July parade. Twice i rode in a cart pulled by ostriches. ((!!!)) No controls, the birds just followed someone or something ahead in the line. And i just rode along until Mom lifted me out of the cart at the end. Sure wish i had a photo of that. Oh yeah, i waved to the adoring crowds . . ,
. it looked something like this, except i think i sat in a cart, not up on a seat. and no flight controls.
At the time Dad was flying out of Las Vegas and we lived on the airfield in Boulder City. I mean ON THE FIELD. I was rescued by one of the other pilots who lived there when i wandered out onto the tarmac. In front of an incoming DC-3. Sheeesh!.. That was one of the nicest houses I can remember. Something like an adobe Spanish Colonial. I can still draw the floorplan. Memories come in floods, don't they?
How about you'all? Any parade memories from your early days?
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