I came out from my morning doctor appointment and found that I was parked smack dab in the middle of practice for the Waconia Marching Band. I snapped a quick picture so I had proof that I wasn't really playing hooky.
Stuff like this is exactly why we love living in Waconia so much. Main street, big old Catholic church, American flags, and the random possibility that your day could be interrupted by something like marching band practice.
All that was missing was a baseball game, my mom, and a big old piece of apple pie.
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