The Moulton Jamboree was outstanding, as usual.  Geary Ashby, Bill McBride, and I joined the far west Houston Bird Brothers of Dennis Baetz and Bob Vickers in the very important job of carrying the Pie Judges in the parade.  Dennis also had judges in his 59 Ford pickup, driven by a neighbor of his.  Our cars were a hit, as always.  As I may have mentioned previously, not only was I a driver of the pie judges, I AM a pie judge.  This was my third year, and it just keeps getting better and better.  The first year, I had to judge 54 pies, baked by the junior girls (women under 18 years old).  As with anything, you have to pay your dues, and some of those pies were not too tasty.  In fact, I had to spit out 3 bites.  Last year, I had women bakers 19-35 years of age and 32 pies to taste.  Only 1 pie had to be spit out.  This year, I moved into the 50-65 year old pie bakers, and we had 21 pies to taste.  There was only 1 pie that I did not care for, but the other 2 judges liked it.  Next year, I'm hoping to hit pay dirt--pie bakers over 65 years of age.  I am certain that they will know how to bake a good pie.  Of course, all of this is for a good cause--scholarship money for the local high school kids.  I haven't heard the final count on the pie auction, but last year they raised over $15,000 for the kids. 

While I was eating pies, my fellow car drivers were chowing on fried chicken and all the fixin's.  After I hooked back up with the gang, we toured the tractor exhibit and the car show.  It was blazing hot, but a good time was had by all.