You know, it really could be one of those Superbowl commercials...tiny girl grows up in St. Louis....goes to Grants Farm to see the Clydesdales...she's not a horsie girl, but she falls in love with them all the same. To be so small and look up at their strength, power and beauty is awe-inspiring.
Fifty something years later...tiny girl has grown up and has lived in New Orleans for over 30 years. She stands in the crowds for every Endymion parade with tears in her eyes as the Clydesdales pass. She is proud.
Yesterday that little grown up girl hit the jack-pot! I got on my grape jelly bike, in my pink overalls, and headed out on another quest to see the Clydesdales in practice. No one was out when I arrived. But as you can see...my morning became more. I have a new boyfriend named Tim. He's a Clydesdale. Tomorrow-the rest of the story.
I saw where one of the new colts was named "Stan" after Stan Musial who just passed...thought that was very fitting. I bet between you, Karen and me we could cry a river over those commercials!
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | February 07, 2013 at 03:07 AM
I am SO jealous...you met a Clydesdale up close and personal. They are so beautiful. I watched that Superbowl commercial and of course, cried. I can hardly wait for the rest of the story!
Posted by: Evelyn | February 04, 2013 at 08:17 AM
It was an incredible morning Niels-and not only because of the Clydesdales...there's a lot to be said for getting out, doing things, and talking to people-you never know where it may lead. Safe travels-Love from New Orleans-Laury
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | February 04, 2013 at 06:04 AM
wow, looking forward to continuation about the overall story ! love from Copenhagen airport, heading for Tromsø for job, in black business jeans :( but the sun is shining, Enjoy Clydesdale parade !
Posted by: Niels Windfeld Lund | February 04, 2013 at 05:30 AM