And... for President of the United States... Mecole Hardman? MVS? Rashee? Leo Chanel? Tommy Townsend? Trent McDuffie? Anudike-Uzomah? Jalen Watson? Nick Bolton? Mike Pennel? Mike Danna? Chris Jones? Harrison Butker? Dave Toub? Spags? A Kelce/Swift ticket? Brett Veach? Andy Reid? Clark Hunt? PATRICK MAHOMES?
OpEd: Pert' near any of 'em would work, mebbe even, a bit (large bit) better than our two leading candidates. Sorry, kinda.
Who in the Good Ole US of A ain't been to, enjoyed a parade? Majorettes, Flag Corps, Bands blaring, Children performing, City leaders in convertibles, Horseback riders.,Fire Trucks, Police Cars, Classic Cars, Homecoming Queen/King, Football Teams, Cheerleaders, Floats, Big Balloons, Citizens, age not yet 1, to a hunnerd+, standing or in lawn chairs... moments, hours perhaps, total enjoyment, involvement, proudness - small, medium, any size town.
Promenade... A march.. a series of people..
She did not see the game, or a parade... yet. A friend in Mexico fell two days before the big game. Severe injuries. Broken shoulder and one of the worst ankle injuries ever. Fifty-five minutes spent on the ground calling for help, unheard for fifty-four minutes. Ambulance, treatment in Mexico (she, of Social Security age, but, Social Security doesn't work, pay for, medical needs South of the Border.) Initial $$'s, many, spent in Mexico until she was able to go by ambulance four hours to the North to Tucson, AZ. Happy to report successful surgery yesterday afternoon.
The parade for her has already started. There are many folks, selfless, who do for the community, and she certainly is at, near the top as a selfless servant of her MX community. So..... a parade of others like her, have set the wheels in motion for fundraisers, planned assistance for her needs once she's able to return home, yada. I love a parade.
A loved one, some years back. Very bad auto accident, three kids in car. Kids, for the most part, ok. She, mom, not so much. At one point, it was believed she might have to have her ankle, part of her leg amputated. She too, a sefless servant. Wheels in motion. Friends, loved ones kicked in, lined up their parade. Meals, three a day, provided. Helpful trips to stores for basic needs. Rides for kids to/from their events, schools, church, etc. It was a very, very long recovery and an equally as long parade.
Her ankle was preserved, repaired. I will never forget her excitedness the day she was able to crawl up to the second floor to get to her kid's rooms. The parade of others in assistance to her, their family was an amazing thing to watch, and I'm certain for her, her hubby, kids, an even more special thing to see, feel, be thankful for. Happy to relate she has recovered very nicely, to the point, you wouldn't know the severity of her injuries, particularly her leg. I love a parade.
As an older person, sure, it's disheartening to observe, feel our Nation at times. It's like holding two magnets, where the polarity will not allow the ends to come together.
Parades still happen, thankfully. Magnets work, turned the right way. Glue, assistance, the setting aside of one's own needs on behalf of providing assistance for one(s) in need.
Parades are all about America. Good people. "If there's anything I can do" followed by doing anything they can to assist.
The Chief's Parade is Wednesday, Valentine's Day. Ha! It's my ex's Birthday. A moment to brag on her. Her, her hubby (and our son) are raising our grandson. A parade of the dedication of three. I love a parade.
When I go to parade, I just gotta remember to not take, sit in one of those $5.99 el cheapo lawn chairs or I too might find myself on the ground needing a parade.
Parade = America. The good ole US of A, and sure, a large pinch of Mexico too. (Imagine the vibrant colors in onea those parades!)
I will watch, enjoy the parade Wednesday from the warm confines of my home. There ain't enough ORI's in the State of Missouri for my frequent need to pee, especially when standing in a crowd ten deep!
Parades are work. Planning. Doing together. It ain't always pretty. (See the normal last thing you'll see in the parade, streetsweeper, scroll to horseback riders.)
Enjoy the parade, congrats Chief's Kingdom. Congrats America.
I love a parade.
Love, Victurd
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