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.
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4 comments:

al'xae said...

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

Jul 4, 2012, 10:37:00 AM
Josh Tate said...

Thanks for backing my play, sister.

Jul 4, 2012, 9:18:00 PM
Sherry said...

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

Jul 8, 2012, 4:54:00 PM
Josh Tate 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.

Jul 10, 2012, 7:18:00 AM

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