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.