Like clockwork, Memorial Day comes in every year steamy and hot! An early morning run would be my calm before the sticky and humid day ahead. I would gather my sure-footed Go Far troops in the morning as all they all donned their colorful shirts. It would be Go Far’s first march in the parade. Meanwhile, my husband and son would watch the mercury rise as they waited to do the Washington Trail 10k. As the parade kicked off I quickly shot some photos of the activity going on all around me. I glanced one way and saw a team of ball players. The other direction I saw a marching band getting tuned up. Over my shoulder an esteemed group of veterans waited for their well-deserved spotlight. The scene couldn’t have been painted as idyllic small town perfection any better. As the momentum of the parade swept my group up, I couldn’t have felt any more content. A program I love with all my heart and the kids that make it what it is marched with pride. Friends were in every direction so I clicked my camera shutter repetitiously. I walked down Main Street thinking that Durham was once just a town I passed through in a regular commute between Guilford to Glastonbury. In 8 short years it has become a home that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Here, we have everything we need…and may the faces in the crowd be the proof.
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