So every year, our little town quadruples in population for the Festival of Lights–and the big finish tends to be, of all things, a cement truck.
There are fancier floats, thumping musical shebangs, dance groups, marching bands, all sorts of creative entries.
But everybody digs the cement truck. Maybe because it’s unexpected. Mostly, though, it’s due to our caveman brains not being abke to figure out how the rig spins while having all those Christmas lights.
I know the technical answe, with battery packs and all that. Doesn’t matter. When the cement truck rolls up, we perk up.
Here’s to you, Cement Truck folks. Thanks for entertaining us year after year.