What could be more patriotic than a Happy Birthday parade for America on the Fourth of July?
For two-and-a-half hours on Independence Day, we watched floats, fife and drum corps, marching bands, clowns, fire engine and police representatives, politicians, and more grace the main street in a western New England town.
It was a brief, but welcome, respite from the current injustices and woes of this great country.
Latina dancers were wonderfully colorful, graceful, and extra special.
The drums and trumpets always make my heart jump up and down as they go by.
Never does a Fourth of July parade fail to make tears well up in my eyes and gratitude fill my heart.
WHAT, IF ANYTHING, DO YOU LIKE ABOUT PARADES?