Piedmont Pride

My parents came up for a quick visit recently, and I had my dad haul up his Piedmont High Football jacket, from when he played there as a sophomore.

I dragged my folks and Matt up and down Piedmont Avenue in the early evening, just so I could proudly flaunt the jacket my dad let me borrow. I would like to say I imagined a few looks of admiration, but as the walk proved mostly uneventful, I then marched us into the very crowded Fenton's for burgers and ice cream, just in case the Piedmont locals were hiding out inside.

For the most part, nobody gave a hoot about me and my dad's jacket except for me and my dad. And that was actually just fine.

Also, I had a huge glass of chocolate milk with my dinner, because I was thinking of Susannah. So thanks for that, my darling niece!! You are totally right; chocolate milk rules.

I think wearing this jacket is one of my own personal princess costumes. Thanks pops!! I'll take good care of it!