Happy Birthday to my roomie, Gracie.

She celebrates her big day April 9.

Be sure and wish her well that day.

jdm

Last Saturday after taking pictures at the annual Kiwanis Easter Egg hunt at the Multi-Purpose facility, I made my way to Lions Park across the street to the south from Conger Field.

I had a little time to kill since the Kiwanis hunt started at 9:30 and was over by 9:30 (lasted about 30 seconds like always).

When they say be there for the hunt at 9:30 sharp they aren’t just “Whislin’ Dixie”.

As I left the Multi, I met at least five families walking in with their Easter baskets in hand.

Also I met several vehicles between the Multi and I-35 all going to the hunt.

The old saying, “If you snooze, you lose” and was the case here.

I felt sorry for all those kids with eager hunter written all over their little faces that were going to go home empty handed.

I noticed the crowd at the Multi was a little smaller than usual but didn’t dwell on it.

Part of the reason the crowd was a little smaller could have been due to the throng that was on hand at Lions Park across Van Buren Street to the south of Conger Field.

By the time I crossed Green Avenue, traffic was backed up like Norman on a football Saturday.

There literally were no parking spots left in the new lot just south of the old Farm and Home Building.

Vehicles were parked along both sides of Van Buren, north and south on Canadian and Third.

The masses that turned out for the egg hunt put on by Landmark Church was unbelievable.

The first thing that came to my mind was a crowd like a playoff game between Purcell and Marlow.

I would have liked to see how much of Purcell’s football stadium would have been filled.

Massive wouldn’t touch it.

I gave up on Van Buren and turned south on Third and back east a couple of blocks to Canadian positioning myself facing the little egg hunters as they made their way across the old little league fields stuffing their baskets along the way.

The helicopter that was to bring eggs for a air drop was a little late for the scheduled 10:30 kickoff.

As I waited, along with the hundreds of hunters,  their parents and grandparents, I heard a young mother saying, “That’s not Grandpa!”

Again she said, “That’s not Grandpa!”

By then I turned to my left only to see a little one running toward me with a twinkle in her eyes.

Again the mother said, “That’s not Grandpa!”

The little egg hunter’s face fell and she quickly made an about face.

That’s when I heard her mom say, “That’s someone else’s Grandpa.”

Pretty nice fraternity of which to be a member.