THE SOUND OF TRUMPETS

Every Veterans Day I hear the drums and trumpets and think, "It sounds like parade!".

On Friday I jumped on my bike and peddled madly north to Grand Avenue.

The West Grove veterans were putting on their annual procession. There's less than two dozen of them now, most having served in the Korean and Viet Nam wars, but their flags and solemnity remind

you of why you're not at work on a Friday morning.

The vets were joined by kids waving from a fire truck and two cops on horses.

The local high school band couldn't make it. The "band " I heard turned out to be a car playing a very loud marching music CD.

You could say it was barely a parade but we enjoyed the four-minutes it took to pass by.