I watched the big Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade with the two daughters yesterday morning. I’ve been watching that parade since I was a kid.
Photo taken early morning the day before the parade.
I went to the parade many years ago. Like being in Times Square on New Year’s Eve, it’s something you have to do once in a lifetime. But, take my word for it, once is enough for both. My friend was carrying a brown paper bag that was making a lot of curious clinking sounds. He worked for British Air and inside the bag were small bottles of Harveys Bristol Cream sherry that he had liberated from a flight. I felt guilty drinking in front of all those families and little kids but it was windy and freezing out so I had no choice.
I remember seeing Sammy Davis Jr. on a float wearing a thick white fur coat and waving two bejeweled hands to the crowd. A gust of wind blew the Superman balloon against a streetlamp. His arm tore open and deflated. While his left arm was stretched out in front of him, fingers pointing up, up and away, his right arm fluttered behind him like a limp weeny.
Today’s the Macy’s day parade
the night of the living dead is on its way
with a credit report for duty call.
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I’ll bet if ole’ Squanto had known that future generations of these European interlopers would decimate the Native American population with an insane scorch and burn land grab, he’d have dropped a few toxic mushroom caps into their salad course.