The Mule March

Yee Haw. It's MULE DAY! This age old tradition has been going on in Winfield, AL since long before I was around. BUT, ever since I was around 10 or 11 I have gone with my dear Aunt Skipper to the most redneck festival of the year and I love it! We have a blast. We have a routine. Around 8am we head to Winfield. We go to all of the booths on both sides of the street. Around 10:30am we line up for the big mule march. This is hysterical. It still cracks me up every single time. There is just something so funny about tens of thousands of people lining up on either side of the street to watch a bunch of mules parade down the road. ALSO, when it's election year, all of these hoity-toity politicians will be riding on a wagon behind a mule, smiling and waving like they are having a blast. Yeah, right. Anyway, after the march, Skip and I head to Subway, because it's tradition. We have lunch and then we go to Wal Mart. Most of the time it's to do some grocery shopping for Skip, but some years we just go because that's what we do. Then, we head over to the FoodLand, finish up the grocery shoppin and head home. That's the day. And we do it... every third Saturday in September. I'm having some difficulty with my new memory card, so I'll update all adventures of the weekend when I get that straightened out. Until then, enjoy a short video of the clumpity-clump of the Mule March. :0)