This was the first year I missed the UFO festival. Max went down with his friend, and I stayed home and toted 50-50 soil from Greenlands to fill my raised beds. I guess I'm finally going native!
When I lived in Santa Rosa, I usually missed the big parades, I'd just see the marching band kids practicing in my neighborhood for the week beforehand. Now, I guess it's the same.
My workmate, a third generation McMinnville resident said, "I kind of saw the parade - I was moving out of my apartment on Cowls, so it was right there." She also says to whomever choreographs something to "Thriller" every single year to just knock it off! "That's not even aliens! It's monsters!"
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