As always, Mahatma the Rice Dude was there...
Last Saturday was the annual Rice Festival here in Walterboro. Each year it shrinks and gets worse, due to a crappy economy and a burgeoning gang problem in Colleton County.
Even the parade gets lamer every year. This year there weren't any military units, even though the National Guard armory is 3 miles from the parade route. There were no Anah Temple Shriners with little go-karts. This year, even Waffle House's van was absent.
Of course, all you have to do to be in the parade is be able to fog a mirror and pay the fee, so I could put on my kilt and march alone as my own float as the Walterboro Saint Andrew's Society. Maybe next year...
Highlights from this year's events:
There's always at least one fashion faux-pas at the parade.
You know it's a small town when the Clerk of Court has a float.
Gotta have the religious crazies in the parade with hand-painted signs...
Nothing says Small Town Parade like the truck that sucks the shit out of your septic tank.
And then another religious crazy preaching from the hood of a hearse, being towed by a cherry-picker bucket truck owned by the septic tank guy.
