I don't recall... (which, at this age, can be skeery).. I don't recall EVER, hearing a snotnose (that's the age where one is able to standup on one's own, thru Brownie/Cub Scout age.).. tweens (that's the age, torn between still playing with plastic army guys, or, peeking at the Macy's undie ads when there ain't no one lookin.)....... (TBC)
I don't recall EVER, hearing parents (that's the age between, "Oh hell, now what?".. soccer mom/dads, "Earl, we gotta STOP, or, get a 3 row vehicle", to, the age where they finally iggy ""Watch this!" and "Are we there yet", tears, "Jimmy's hitting me".. they're vested, vested by practice, discipline, don't mess with me any more." (TBC)
I don't recall, EVER, hearing a geezer, (them's the ones that cried way back when for three days 'cause they sliced the kid trying to put on a cloth diaper.. now, they don't commute, set alarms, run, jump... and, in a few decades, have changed their reply on "Can we get ice cream" from NO, to... SURE!"
I don't recall ANY O' THEM....... saying, "DO I HAVE'TA GO?" at parade time. AI learns me, and I dunno how they know 'cause they ain't been around long enough to see many parades... but they learn me "People enjoy parades because they foster a sense of community, nostalgia, and shared celebration." Not bad AI, high five... the hell is your arm?
Some snotnoses, after a quick diaper check, getta get up on dad's shoulders for the best view... others, enjoy the freedom of blocked off streets, no leash needed provided they don't stray far...
Tweens, I ain't real sure what tweens do at a parade.. but thankfully, it's usually NOT looking at their phones, so it must be something like pinching the derriere of a friend, or, ripping off their fruit loop. (Victor, fruit loops went by the wayside even before lava lamps came in. Oh. Thanks)
Parents.. Rejoice cause they ain't at work.. Harken back to their own childhood mems... or, drive the tractors, convertibles.. or, run the street sweeper at the end. Sure, crappy job, but, they getta see the whole thing closeup at the very start whilst they wait.
Geezers. They enjoy watching snotnoses and tweens frolic here to there, and rejoice in that they don't have to be hall monitors any more. They're sitting, which, is among the most favorite things we geezers do. Watching the energy, we say YIPPEE and remember when we once had it... female geezers love looking at the $127 dance costumes of the littles, and, remember back to when they sewed them themselves with material from TG&Y for 7 bucks.
Floats, firetrucks, marching bands, little's schools of dance, entertainers, town dignitaries (usually geezers), clowns throwing hard candy that their dentures say "hell no" to.. beads - "Don't you dare Gladys." Cop cars, Vettes, Model T's. There's something for everyone.
A break. Abby normal, but, normal.
Calgon, take me away, John Philip Sousa (Victor, you left an L out.. bite me, look it up).. SUNSHINE... happiness...
There ain't one thought about............Breaking news......... war......... homicides... "taste great" "less filling" vein showing Facebook argue..... mortgage rates... how much gas will cost to get home.. The price of tea in China.. If I hear the word tariff I'm knocking you on...............
A shining, personal break from personal things that really hit home... illness.. upcoming treatments.. . affliction.. the needed new left hip.. . memory loss of loved ones..... and, most of all, loss. At least until the street cleaner comes.. .which, reminds, there's virtually shit in everything in life............
But......... we can live the life as if we're at a parade. Pardon'a mai' French, makes all the shit not quite so bad.
Victor, must you cuss?
It's real. It's at intersections, LOUD sometimes, damn kids (that we once were).. memories of Uncle Jim and his "ahhhhhhshit" sneeze. Of profanity, Chickenman says "IT'S EVERYWHERE IT'S EVERYWHERE"
Except.
At a parade.
Victor? Victor? VICTOR?! WAKE UP, the parade is almost over!
Hey Mister? Mister? Yeah? That snotnose on your shoulders... Liam, ain't that his name? Anyways, me thinks mebbe his diaper has leaked through. DAMNIT! Sir, there's no cussing at a parade.
Yeah, you're right. Sorry.
It's all good.. the street cleaners just came thru. Back to real life, dangit darnit.
(Then again, with the right outlook, even real life can be a parade)
Love, Victurd
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