If this is not the ultimate picture of Mayberry, I don't know what is. Under a ramada, a women's church group has a dozen types of pie for sale, $1.50 per slice. I got strawberry and Paul lemon meringue. Paul compared his to his grandma's, the ultimate compliment. Mine was also mouth-wateringly satisfying.
People arrived as the sun began to set, sitting on the pre-set-up benches or bringing their own chairs from home. Greetings abounded among neighbors and friends, as this summer tradition kicked off for the season. The band tuned its instruments and excitement filled the air. We couldn't wipe the smiles off our faces, and we started to brainstorm how we could move here to be a part of this feeling all the time. Then, we remembered that there was a thing called winter here in the upper Midwest, and we amended our plan to having a summer home in Menomonie.
The band played, we tapped our toes and shook our shoulders to the beat (just for you, Mom), and we drank in the atmosphere slowly and thoughtfully.
Thank you, Menomonie and the Ludington Guard Band, for a never-to-be-forgotten experience.
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