CSotD: The Big Parade
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One of the great joys of my relentless efforts to avoid cities is holiday parades in which everyone gets to be in the parade or on the sidewalk, more or less by choice. I've been a Cub Scout walking down Route 3 in Star Lake, NY, with my parents and probably 100 other people at the most cheering me from the sidelines, and I've stood on a float with my guitar in Denver's massive St. Patrick's Day parade with massive throngs of people looking on, and I think I liked being a Cub Scout better.
It's not just the intimacy, though. It's also the conciseness. I remember taking small children to a parade in Denver and wondering if you are allowed to leave before it's over. I mean, isn't that kind of like sneaking out of Mass after communion but before the final blessing? Or, at least, like walking out of a baseball game in the eighth inning? But, jeez, how many Shriners are there in the world? Does every school within 300 miles of the metro area need to have both a drum and bugle corps AND a marching band?
In today's Rhymes with Orange, Hilary Price provides a nightmare scenario for those of us who go to small town parades. Especially, those of us like me, whose town centers on a village green encircled by the main street. So far, they've always found the exit, but what if?
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