Today I ventured downtown to pick up Greg from school. On our way home we seemed to notice a considerable amount of cars, trucks and vans waving the Mexican flag.

One truck had a bed filled with people on lawn chairs waving a Mexican flag in the wind. Windows were painted with "Viva Mexico". Horns were blaring and the distinct sound of a badly played trumpet could be heard in the distance. Children lined the streets waving and laughing as women took pictures.

We had found ourselves smack dab in the middle of an impromptu parade.

I could see the look of confusion on the faces of the other motorists. Why was traffic so slow? What was all the honking? What's up with all the Mexican Pride? I just smiled.

They didn't know what I knew. Today is Mexican Independence day. And although we did little to celebrate, being a small part of this parade thoroughly made my day. I only wish my brother was here to see this. He's 1/16 Mexican you know.