I might as well try my hand at this posting our local Christmas Parade. Several Bloggers have done it. Hope we don't saturate the Parade racket.
I rode my scooter to the parade route in downtown Merced, CA, a fifteen minute trip. A charming "helper" was sighted (1). I parked my scooter next to the local radio dee-jay who was annoucing the entries (2). Kids lined the streets (3). Vietnam vets carried the flags. (4) High School band led the big parade (5) keeping well in step (6) Local clubs made floats from trucks and wagons (7). Car clubs like the Model A Fords were hits of the show.
The city council and the mayor rode on the fire truck, Sheriffs rode motor cycles, horses, and their bomb disposal truck while their Cessna circled overhead. Miss Merced and Junior Miss Merced rode in convertibles. Hundreds of kids walked and waved and threw candy to the crowd.
When the sun sank behind the stores on Main Street it grew colder. I scooted home after 33 of the 88, count 'em, 88, floats, trucks, and vintage cars had passed. Santa, bless his frigid heart, was on the last float. I never got to wave to him.
I was glad to have seen hometown American Christmas Parade. Last week, I had seen the ultimate Christmas Parade on TV. So Main Street Merced isn't Park Avenue New York. It warmed my heart, anyway. If it had warmed my hands and ears, I could have waited to see Santa.