There were horses.
We're a neat town. No horse crap on the streets of Warren. The sign says that this runs on methane. A vehicle that runs on horse poop?!! Mikey, Susan, here ya go. You'd have all the fuel you need for the foreseeable future.
Search and Rescue dogs marched. This one tickled me. Who says a working girl can't look good too?
There were baton twirlers, and tumblers, and dance troupes.
Buffalo Soldiers. I guess now that the Civil War is over, they've gotten into precision marching, big time.
We did not often go to the parade as kids, but this calliope was a part of every parade I ever saw. Actually a part of every parade since 1927.
Dixie Doodlers played Dixieland Jazz.
All manner of clowns.
Cute kidlets watching the parade.
Cute kids in the parade, being pulled in wagons by their parents marching with their businesses.
Marching. This little feller was too tired to hold his flag even a second longer.
Firetrucks from all over, from Cherry Grove, Scandia, Tidioute, Clarendon, Sheffield, North Warren, Pleasant Township, Grand Valley, Youngsville, Sugar Grove, all of them blaring their sirens, and throwing candy at kids who were standing at the sides of the street screaming to hear the sirens.
Oh, and not all of them were red.
My favorite? Probably the synchronized Lawn Chair Drill Team.