DAY 204 - Ken will be singing as he walks, and walks and walks, and waaaaalks.

On this fine Pioneer Day Eve I thought it would be fun to drive along 2nd East and see all the people camping out in anticipation for tomorrow's big parade. Apparently a young man from Taylorsville was also engrossed in the excitement, or possibly texting members of his young mens group to see where they were camped out and making bets on whether or not their Stake's Float was going to take home the Larry H. Miller memorial grand prize win. Whatever the reason, he was not paying attention, and his old school 80's Ford Bronco plowed into my little Mazda 6. It smunched it pretty good. I wasn't able to drive it, it had to be towed away. Poor little Ken couldn't get a hold of anyone to come pick him up, so he gathered all the belongings he could hold in his hand, then hung his head low and walked the long 5 block journey home... Now I know how the mormons must have felt.