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