I’m certain I stiff armed a clown at some point and grabbed a Frisbee just before contact with my patrons.

After almost 5 months on the road without seeing my family, the last place you would think we would meet is in a parking lot all wearing orange shirts to stand out from the crowd as ushers at a parade. That is exactly how it happened though. This would be the first day we would all volunteer together, and I was excited for the experience. It should be noted that my Mom and brother are very active volunteers at the Humane Society and the World Bird Sanctuary in St. Louis, so they have volunteered together often. Any other times I can remember were as Cub Scouts or in school. This would certainly be the first time when we were all adults (or as much of an adult as one can be while living out of his car…). Continue reading “The Indy 500 Parade Ushers in Sections 29 & 30: Same Orange Shirt, Same Last Name” →