On the way back to the car after the barbeque festival, we passed a fire house. And the door was open. And the guys were outside. And they didn’t seem to mind one bit showing their gear off for a wide-eyed one-year-old who loves fire trucks.
There actually were some great smiles, but we’re still getting the hang of the new camera.
After we left we saw some goats. In Uptown Charlotte. Not kidding. How could a Friday night get any better?