I Love a Parade
I had almost forgotten how much fun small town parades could be until today when we had the unique opportunity to watch Telluride’s 4th of July Parade. It reminded me of the small town in which I grew up—Croton-on-Hudson, New York and the parades my parents took me to when I was in the single digits. Of course, we didn’t have two super-fast, super-low F-16 fly-bys in those days. But today in Telluride it was thrilling!
At the Telluride parade, it seemed that anyone who wanted to march could do so and there were citizens of all ages with home-made floats, bicycles, skate boards, dogs, vintage cars, tractors, crazy costumes, water balloons, neuromorphs, horses, line dancers, next generation protesters, and even Smokey the Bear, who has obviously not been busy enough this year…Get with it, Smokey!
Parades like these are small town Americana—they move me the way televised Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Extravaganzas cannot. It is amateur versus professional; folk versus commercialized. Just local bagpipers with old faded kilts, veterans in a mixture of ill-fitting uniforms and everyday clothes standing proudly, displaying the pride of the small town America I know and love.