There’s some kind of winter carnival going on this weekend, here, and at least there’s plenty of winter for it, so I guess that’s good. Friday night around 6:00 the thing kicked off with a “parade of lights,” which turned out to be more of a contest for how many Christmas-tree lights could be strung on a truck. Anyway, there was no band, and I’m not sure you can have a parade without a band—isn’t there some kind of rule?—which would make this event a drive-by of lights, at best. We went to a pizza joint and got a table next to a window so we could watch from there.
Yesterday (and while it lasts) there’s an exhibition of ice sculptures on Main Street, all based on characters from a movie called Frozen (I don’t know anything about this movie except Fox News says it’s scary if you’re a boy), all looking vaguely like they’ve escaped from a punchbowl somewhere. They might look marginally more interesting today than they looked yesterday because today they must have a few inches of snow on them. But we’re not up to trudging a nearly-mile over unplowed streets to find out so we’ll just have to guess.
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