Most of my parade memories take place around Lamesa’s courthouse square. I can still hear cleats scraping on the brick streets as the Goolsby Scrappers, Kiwanis, Cope Butane and all the other teams marched in the annual procession that kicked off the Little League season, and the summer. I remember red, white and blue bunting hanging all over town, the snorting horses, the flag-bearing cowboys and cowgirls, the Sheriff’s Posse and other groups whose ride signaled the opening of the rodeo. And I’m pretty sure I marched those streets at least once or twice with the Golden Tornado Band (in front of the ...