Something to be Proud of

The second Saturday of June is my town's Pride Day. I have attended it since my children were young. As I was walking through the park where it is held, I noticed how little the event had changed. All of the towns leaders were there as were the storekeepers. The bank president, the insurance salesman, the Fire Department and of course a few politicians. As usual there were plenty of free give aways. Pens, pads, water bottles and some other gadgets whose uses are still unknown. The local bagel store gave away bagels, the pizza store had unlimited pizza. If that was not enough, there were hot dogs, ices, cake and coffee. It seemed like Pleasantville. Everyone was smiling and greeting neighbors that they had not seen in a year. It was an atmosphere of joy and friendship. No wonder there is a large turnout each year. I wish every day could be town pride day. I left there feeling great and proud to live in my neighborhood.