Over the weekend our neighborhood had a local fair called "Spring Fest". We went last year and had a good time so we decided to go again this year. The fair had a fun parade with clowns, marching bands from local schools, fun vintage cars, produce from our local market, an ice cream booth (cookies and cream for me and Mexican chocolate for David) from our favorite hippie ice cream store in San Diego, carnival rides and tons of booths of local vendors and such. I love our neighborhood. As I stood in the shade of the huge trees at our park watching the parade, I looked around at the hundreds of people and felt so good that these people were my neighbors. Everyone was so nice and happy. People are generally really good, you guys. When I get really worried about the state of the world (which is a lot these days while raising little boys) this kind of thing was comforting to me.