First town marathon

Stella here.
Ain't it a beautiful mornin'!

I been bakin' muffins f'r th' town marathon, it bein' Patriots Day an' all, that's gonna be startin' up pretty soon.
This is th' first year we've had one an' I hear tell there's a pile o' folks signed up t' run/walk/ride in it!

Wouldn't y' know, the selectmen decided t' have th' start of it right here at th' end o'
th' Pier Road! People been gettin' dropped off left an' right 'cause, o' course, there ain't enough parkin' space t' hold all th' cars an' trucks I seen so far... just space f'r th' "officials" an' th' ambulance (in case somebody passes out from th' ex-citement, I guess).
Wiley Cranston, th' chief o' police, is havin' a field day orderin' volunteers around an' hollerin' inta his radio t' Marge up t' communications up on th' hill.
But since near ev'rybody's up here already I dunno who she's gonna relay him to.

Biggest thing t' hit this town since th' hot air balloon festival got blown off course an' come down in th' field next t' th' water tower back in '98!

Anyways, I gotta go.
Th' startin' gun was s'posed t' go off ten minutes ago an' I don't wanta miss th' fun! Then I gotta get th' muffins over th' th' dump which, bein' closed t'day, is th' finish line complete with port-a-potties an' speeches. ('Bout th' same thing, Harvey says!)

I'll tell y' all about how it goes later.
Love,
Stella