10.15.06 -- 11:30 PM

Jay had started the day off 19 miles from his stopping point, the Roma City plaza. I drove ahead to Roma. People were lined up all along the streets. In lawn chairs. Along sidewalks.

Some just standing, waiting.

I drove back eager to share the news when I was told by a Roma police officer to pull over and park. I-83 was being closed off for the parade: the annual Roma City Festival.

I got out of my car and watched Ms. Roma pass by on an elaborate, hideous float. Smiling and waving at me. Elementary school kids throwing sugary sweets at my feet. Small town dignitaries drove by on small town floats, waving.

All up and down I-83 were smiling, laughing faces.