I love parades!
We don't have many in our neighborhood but the ones we have are cherce. I love them all but the Irish-American Parade is one of my favorites. Unfortunately, it always causes a problem.
Long before the parade is due to arrive, I set myself up in a nice place near the reviewing stand. That means I'll get a good view of the marching bands doing their drill routines and the dancers dancing.
I've been standing behind the barrier for a good half-hour. I can start to hear a faint sound of the siren from the Police car that leads the parade. This is when "THE FAMILY" arrives.
"Go ahead, kids. Sit on the curb. The nice lady won't mind."
Next comes the Grandma of THE FAMILY with her lawn chair. She sits out in the street to keep an eye on the kids. The siren is growing louder and we can hear drums and the occasional skirl of a bagpipe.
A vendor comes through and large balloons are bought for the children. The children sitting on the curb aren't a problem but the balloons are. I have Sponge-Bob, Dora the Explorer and Spiderman in front of my face. Oh, Wow! I'm getting the experience of Macy's Thanksgiving parade in March.
The parade is almost upon us. As they always do, police officers patrol the route.
"Folks, let's all get back behind the barriers."
Now the kids of THE FAMILY are on the sidewalk. Grandma has a place of honor behind them. Magically, the other members of THE FAMILY have infiltrated the space on the pretense of bringing snacks and drinks to Grandma and the kids.
I'm now four rows back from the street. Between the big balloons and the basketball player height of the rest of THE FAMILY, the only thing I can see of the parade is flags and horses.
At this point I can forget about seeing the drilling and the dancing. Is there any way to avoid becoming an inadvertent place-holder for FAMILIES you don't know?
We don't have many in our neighborhood but the ones we have are cherce. I love them all but the Irish-American Parade is one of my favorites. Unfortunately, it always causes a problem.
Long before the parade is due to arrive, I set myself up in a nice place near the reviewing stand. That means I'll get a good view of the marching bands doing their drill routines and the dancers dancing.
I've been standing behind the barrier for a good half-hour. I can start to hear a faint sound of the siren from the Police car that leads the parade. This is when "THE FAMILY" arrives.
"Go ahead, kids. Sit on the curb. The nice lady won't mind."
Next comes the Grandma of THE FAMILY with her lawn chair. She sits out in the street to keep an eye on the kids. The siren is growing louder and we can hear drums and the occasional skirl of a bagpipe.
A vendor comes through and large balloons are bought for the children. The children sitting on the curb aren't a problem but the balloons are. I have Sponge-Bob, Dora the Explorer and Spiderman in front of my face. Oh, Wow! I'm getting the experience of Macy's Thanksgiving parade in March.
The parade is almost upon us. As they always do, police officers patrol the route.
"Folks, let's all get back behind the barriers."
Now the kids of THE FAMILY are on the sidewalk. Grandma has a place of honor behind them. Magically, the other members of THE FAMILY have infiltrated the space on the pretense of bringing snacks and drinks to Grandma and the kids.
I'm now four rows back from the street. Between the big balloons and the basketball player height of the rest of THE FAMILY, the only thing I can see of the parade is flags and horses.
At this point I can forget about seeing the drilling and the dancing. Is there any way to avoid becoming an inadvertent place-holder for FAMILIES you don't know?


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