Just call me Peggy Sue

You know that poem that starts "Dance like no one is watching"? Forget the rest of it, and just do that part, a lot.

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Sights and sounds of Tulip Time:

A girl, approximately 17 years old, walking down the street in full Dutch garb, complete with wooden shoes. Her boyfriend, dressed like any normal 17 year old boy, loyally holds her hand, looking only slightly uncomfortable with the situation. Now that's love.

A family steps out of their Lincoln Navigator dressed in their traditional Dutch outifts. One of the daughters is dressed like her little brother. The father parked very confidently considering the wooden shoes he was wearing.

Throught the air filters the sounds of a young woman explaining the meaning of a Dutch dance. The traditional music drifts lazily on the breeze, filling the town with classic melodies.

A young girl traipses around the sidewalk wearing her mother's wooden shoes, proclaiming "Look at these clonkers I've got on!!"

A college girl stands on the sidewalk, taking pictures of a bunch of tulips. The passers-by all give her dissapproving looks, as if willing her to pick one of the flowers. They would be delighted to pounce the $500 find on her for picking one of the forbidden plants during the sacred festival.

A pickup truck drives slowly down the street, avoiding a marching band of blond children, dragging behind it a 10-foot tall plastic cow.

A professor teaching a class interrupts his lecture to stare out at the crowd of adults walking by, all dressed in their Dutch clothing. After a moment of intense looking, the professor exlaims "I think that's my wife!" He soon realizes it is not in fact his wife, though he does explain that she often wears her wooden shoes around the house.

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