Marching with Fire Trucks
by Ryan Thomson
I play fiddle quite a bit for contra dances in New Hampshire. At one dance, a women
approached me and asked if I would like to perform for a town fair in Kensington, New
Hampshire. I agreed to perform and showed up on the appointed day, fiddle in hand.
Kensington is in a rural area and the planned celebration involved a half mile parade from a
large grassy field and down the highway towards the center of town.
I was asked to march in the parade and sent to the assembly area in the field. There I was
sandwiched between the high school marching band and the fire department. The
marching band was quite loud, and I figured that if I lagged far enough behind them,
spectators might actually hear the sound of my fiddle. This ploy worked for a short time
until the entire fire department pulled up behind me with all sirens blaring at full volume.
This went on for the duration of the parade.
As I marched by, town residents waved to me. The things we do to make a living.
Written by Ryan Thomson, 1996