I enjoy local events. This past weekend I attended Seymour’s Burger Fest. My son Rob, his wife Tara, and my grandchildren Caleb,12, and Aryana, 10, joined me.

Originally, Rob thought he and his family would camp in my backyard for an overnight stay and take in festivities Friday evening and all day Saturday. At a week’s distance, the weather looked to be perfect, but as the date approached, weather reporters predicted rain early Saturday morning.

Plans were changed. The rain prediction was right. Overnight I got an inch of rain on the farm. Their tent would have been swamped. Instead, they came Saturday morning in time for the World’s Largest Hamburger Parade through Seymour, Wisconsin.

Rob picked me up on the way into Seymour for the 11 a.m. parade. It’s always fun watching the parade, but having the grandchildren there made it special. Caleb and Aryana loved it when candy was tossed their way. In the end, they had way too much candy to take home. Hopefully, Rob and Tara packed some away for another day.

I ended up with a few pieces of candy in my pocket, too. Some pieces had been overlooked by the nearby children, so I pocketed a couple of Tootsie Rolls.

The parade included three high school bands, but I think the most noise came from the sirens of the emergency vehicles. Those really blasted as they rolled north on Main Street.

The parade began with veterans marching through Seymour, carrying the flag. Later came scouts, old tractors, and collector cars.

As we sat and stood near the end of the World’s Largest Hamburger Parade it was nice to call out to friends as they marched by. “Hi, Kathy!” “Hi, John!” “How’s it going, Lynn?”