When I was in college everyone thought since I grew up in the Midwest, that my family farmed. I didn't want to break their hearts and tell them I lived in the suburbs so made up a lot of stories. My best was ,"If I got all my chores done early, my dad would let me drive the good tractor to school." Amazing how many fell for that with a "Really?" This gent is riding his rebuilt treasure, and I felt sure it was not his first time being a strong farming community.
AAnother day of bathtub races brought athletes from all over the county to compete. New teams revered the taste of victory, with some very tough competition. Note these tubs were refilled with water when they finished splashing.
The olive green floating objects were not UFO's but water balloons being tossed and caught on two sides of the highway. This was open to different age classes with lots of clapping and laughs for the victors and the defeated.
What, water balloons weren't hard enough, how about raw eggs, a favorite at family picnics for decades. My dog, Lily, had a good time tasting the broken shells all over the place while I was taking pictures. If you caught an unbroken egg you stayed in the contest, so it was whittled down rather fast.