We went to the parade on July 4 morning. I mention morning (10:30 to be precise), because apparently people tailgate for this thing?
We didn't notice the guys on the hill behind us until after we got home and downloaded the photos. Look at the trees in the upper right corner. I'm with them: If I can't pee in public, the terrorists have already won. God bless you Lee Greenwood.
And I'm not sure what the deal was with the woman on the blanket behind us. She arrived with her husband and a small child. They left to get a pretzel, and she immediately turned into an extra from "Trainspotting." Weird.
Anyway, the parade itself was fine. Since it's not an election year, we had far fewer candidate floats. But they stacked the parade up so that everyone who won office last year was in the first part of the parade. Which meant convertible after convertible of politicians but no music. Not even a drum. So by the time the clerk of courts rolled by, it was getting kind of quiet.
There were, however, lots of firetrucks and some Army vehicles. And quite a few marching bands, including, interestingly, this one. I'll tell you what, those Lutherans can get down. I'm not sure which of the 95 Theses mentioned bringing the funk, but they blew us away. OK, not really. They just marched past us in cadence on their way to the reviewing stand, where they gave a rousing version of "A Might Fortress is Our God." It's the sousaphones that really make that song; I've been saying it for years.
Department of Apologies: Samson was a pill for the first few hours of the day, so by the time we got to the parade site and ran into some friends we were supposed to meet, I said hi but barely stopped the stroller in my quest to get a shady spot [exactly how shady would later be revealed in our photos] before the parade got underway. So, sorry guys.
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