The Lawrence City Band holds a concert at Southpark every Wednesday night throughout most of the summer. After listening to the faint music from our house for several weeks now, Sweet Husband and I decided to drive up to the park to watch and listen this evening.
The music was great. The people watching was fun. The lemonade was to die for.
However, we discovered that Porterhouse does not like marches--too many booms--and I couldn't help but cringe at the kids running, not around, but through the beautiful flower beds. Before you parent-type-people get all up at arms, I generally like the little buggers, and I kinda enjoy watching them frolic. But stomping on Black-Eyed Susans just isn't nice.