Canyon Creek’s “II Creeks Neighborhood Festival”

All over the neighborhood, all week last week, signs were popping up.
“Free Neighborhood Party,” they proclaimed. “II Creeks Shopping Plaza, Sunday, 3-7 PM.”

I figured it’d be mostly for the kiddos, a few tents set up by local businesses, and people mingling over the free hot dogs that seem standard for Texas outdoor events. But I did want to see who I might run into, so I determined to go.

It was a bee-yoo-tee-ful day (as Flossie Bobbsey would say).

As I had thought, there were play places for children. Of all ages.

A few were brave and strong enough to climb. . .

. . . The Tower.

But the biggie for ME was . . . live music! I did not know this, but my old elementary school (in the middle of the Creek) has an official band. The Grateful Dads! And they play 70s rock–the “music of my life,” as some radio stations have astutely observed. They rock, too.

THEY SWUNG INTO “bROWN eYED gIRL” by Van Morrison. The crowd was hoppin’!


Lindy hop, I think.

Next, the Guess Who’s “No Sugar Tonight”! Going out to all you diabetics and dieters out there! I was the proper age to pump fists and yell, “Rock and Roll!”

Some couples decided to sit that one out.

Kinda went over the heads of the young firefighting fans with their free popcorn.

A volunteer fire department had brought an antique engine to be admired.

Next to it, the requisite water feature–water slide!

I would have stayed for the entire concert, but I had Mama and the puppy in the van, parked around the corner in front of the bakery. I figured they’d eaten both of their cookies by this time, and it was getting warmer (it was around 90 degrees), so I reluctantly jumped back into the driver’s seat. They were already coughing, though. (Ragweed started a couple of weeks ago, and they’re sensitive to pollution.) We rushed to the fast-food joint for diet colas and other sustenance before heading home.

But now I am really looking forward to the next festival. Wonder if they would consider adding a female vocalist? Sure, it’s the “dads,” but hey . . . a good Janis Joplin tune, or maybe Aretha’s “Think,” would round out their set.


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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