Wednesday, July 4, 2012

THE CONFESSIONS OF JOSH TATE

I hate parades, and yes, Mom, I know that hate is a strong word. I'll even compound my sin by doubling down and writing it all in caps- HATE, HATE, HATE!!! I really don't understand their appeal.

4 comments:

al'xae said...

A-Men! (Let's go be curmudgeons together away from the crowd)

BAREFOOT KANGAROO said...

Thanks for backing my play, sister.

Sherry said...

You did not see me in town on Wednesday! I'm right there with you my friend.

BAREFOOT KANGAROO said...

I may not like parades but I love Camp Maranatha so I go do it anyway.

Maybe TV has ruined such things as parades for me. I think they're kind of a throwback to bygone days when watching a slow procession of the town's organizations and associations file down main street constituted entertainment. Not so nowadays.

My dislike for parades was further hardened when, as a police officer, I was routinely called in on my day off to do traffic control for them. We had three parades a year in the city, and they had an uncanny knack for falling on my day off. I would gladly have returned the time and a half pay if they would have let me go home and recharge the ol' batteries.

I do like bag pipes though, and candy of course.