A Picnic--Who Could Resist?

Today we went to a picnic...a real live picnic. A true piece of Americana where the balloon guy shows up and twists those little snaky balloons into amazing works of whimsy. An event where there is enough good ice cream to go around for every man, woman, and child, and no one denies themselves the joy of having a scoop (or two) on a hot summer day. A place where no one gets excited or snarky if you decided to have barbeque AND a hot dog AND a hamburger because they just look so good. A meal where potato chips and potato salad are seen merely as two sides. Most importantly, it's a place where everyone comes together and just simply has a good time. Everyone stands and automatically smiles while watching the little ones bounce themselves silly on the giant, bouncy infatable toys. The participants in the bingo game silently go about their business only to start chuckling to themselves when, in the quiet, a little voice starts echoing the caller's announcements, "B-5" "0-62", the younger voice probably not even understanding the concept, just that it sounds neat to hear the calls and parrot them. 

It's hard to find a person who doesn't like a good picnic; most who don't probably just forgot how much fun they can be...a true example of who we are...food, fellowship, and easy fun.