Monday, 30 August 2010


He slept through the music blaring from the loud speakers, through the sharp blasts of the sirens, through the pipes and drums, the marching band, the rock band and the country band, through a dozen floats and four vintage tractors, through steel drums, snare drums, bongo drums, and bass drums.

If there had ever been any doubt as to whether he was his daddy's son, today would have settled the matter once and for all.

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