We bundled up the girls into the double jogstroller and took them over to one of the major annual events in our little town: the Christmas parade. No appearances by local part-time resident Dick Cheney this year. It mostly consists of loud motorcycles, ambulances, fire trucks, boats on trailers, antique cars, and the dazzling bevy of local beauties shivering in convertibles: Miss Talbot County, Miss Miles River, Miss Tilghman, and so on. Elisabeth liked the llamas the best. (No, not those lovely Friesians, real llamas that I didn't get a picture of this year).