“We’re having a float this year, down to Renys. Now, wouldn’t you like to come along.”
These are the words that begin this story, which my grandmother announced one morning over breakfast, on the Fourth of July 24 years ago. It was to be a historic occasion, though we at the time knew it not. The year was 2002, and though I was then but a stripling boy, that hot summer it was my part to experience no less a feat than the one and only time in all of Bridgton’s history that our little hometown branch of Renys department store saw fit to try and enter a float in our annual 4th of July parade. This glorious summer mishap is well-deserving of its own footnote in local annals, and though I’m none too boastful about it, this was a real unique experience. I’m probably just about the only person left in town who can tell of it, for the scenes and wonder of this day are forever burned, as it were, upon my memories of youth.
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