Yesterday my dear Watson got to ride his grandpa's 1940 tractor in the Heber City Parade. I wasn't allowed to ride with him and I searched and searched for rollerblades so I could ride along side him. I couldn't find any so I had to admit defeat and just watch the parade from the side lines. He looked extremely handsome in his cowboy hat so the view from the bench wasn't that bad. He did circles and showed off his mad tractor skills. The parade was actually kind of boring. Most everyone was quiet, no one waved and no one cheered. At least they handed out popcicles. I love being in Heber though. It's small town fun.