Cruisin Broadway was a popular tradition for decades and has returned to Downtown on the First Thursday's another season! Car enthusiasts from around the region are invited back Downtown with their classic cars, antiques, hotrods, convertibles, customs.
 A South Fargo baby boomer like me, the First Thursday's of Summer is a Dream Cruise down memory lane. Remember the days when cars were cars? When fins were in?  When chrome shone? When Gas was.27,not $4.27!!!!
When power referred to muscle cars and not the steering, windows and seat adjustments. Sometimes a bit of nostalgia is good for the soul.


I don't have bad hair day's
Mr. and Mrs. Cool.
Mommy and Dad are never nervous or madwhen you teenagers go downtown.Daddy and Mom just stay at home and keep calmand watch the late late show up town.Cause when kids you kids are gone
we get to spend some time along here.That's our only chance to use the bathtub or the phone here,when you're away.
Besides we're stuck where we are Because you kids took our money, you kids took our car And went downtown. Where can you possibly? Downtown. It's twenty after three. Downtown. What do you mean by lets froog?
You don't come home till four a.m. cause you're roamingIn the streets somewhere downtown.We would feel swell if only someone would tellUs what goes on down there, downtown.But every time we ask you what you're doing after dark there,You just say that you were frooging to Petula Clark there. That's what I mean.
So kids, give your folks a breakBecause you're driving us crazy. We sit here all dayAnd take Miltown. Swallowing pills so we'll Calm down. Counting the hours you're Downtown. You and your froog and your slop.
While we're lying there, we try to watch the television. Then you call us up and say you've had a slight collision.There goes the car.
Besides that you've been arrestedSo we've got to get up and we've got to get dressedAnd go Downtown. Borrow a carand go Downtown. That's where you are, you finks.Downtown. Wait 'til I get you kids home.
They'll be no more frooging! No swimming!
No jerk! No mash potato! No slop!And I'll tell you something else.
You're gonna stay home tomorrow nightAnd you're mother and I are going downtown And we're gonna dance the tango and
the waltz and the fox trotAnd we're gonna do the bunny hop.
That's a nice dance.And they'll be no more frooging.
Is that quite clear? No more frooging!