PumpkinPalooza, in Lyons, is one of the most interestingly odd festivals I've ever been to, and I've been to some odd ones. It seems like a bunch of people got together and made a list of things that are awesome, and decided to do them all in one day in mid-autumn. The first thing on that list was dressing up cars.
The second thing was having literary-themed scarecrows tied to every lamp post. This is the fellow from the cover of Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. I was impressed.
The third thing was to have a pumpkin race in the canal.
The fourth thing was to have the little floating pumpkins miss the current, drift into the lock, and completely fail to race anywhere at all; whereupon the Fire and Rescue people spent fifteen minutes catching them all in a net so they could relaunch. This interlude was much more fun that any race could possibly have been.
The fifth thing was to leave pumpkin guts strewn about everywhere so it looked like the townspeople of Lyons go around massacring vegetables in the same way that the undead massacre brains.
I have to skip the sixth thing, which had something to do with catapulting pumpkins over the canal, and the seventh thing, which is rolling a load of pumpkins down a huge hill, because we missed both of them.
NEXT YEAR FOR SURE.
The eighth thing was to give me the strange experience of seeing the Joker and a policeman hanging around together having a good time. Suspicious.
The ninth thing was this domesticated goose. Enough said.
And the tenth this was this little train of young'uns that wove its way back and forth through town and never failed to be (1) hilarious, and (2) adorable. Each little half-barrel has a horn to honk. As Adam said, the guy driving the tractor has the best job in the world.
The end.
2 comments:
Positively precious presentation of precocious pumpkin parts, paraphernalia, posturing, poultry and parades.
And cars.
Pthank pyou!
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