Could we have asked for a more beautiful and energetic weekend to host and boast our Rhody parade? I doubt it.
Smiling faces, children galore, dogs a plenty and elders looking on – not a soul …
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Could we have asked for a more beautiful and energetic weekend to host and boast our Rhody parade? I doubt it.
Smiling faces, children galore, dogs a plenty and elders looking on – not a soul disengaged from the magic, until, wait for it ...
We are all huffing nasty exhaust from meaningless cars parading betwixt vibrant dancers and studious band beats. Something seems off, and noisy, and stinky, and not in a good way.
We stomached the first two rounds of slow, screeching carpools, but then it hit me, and my two toddlers – the obnoxiously loud and freakishly fast dashing hot rods.
It’s honestly scary for a small but potent population of our parade – kids and dogs, and the parents that handle their happiness and distress.
Bring on the fun. Bring on the bikes. Bring on the bubbles, cake and crazy DJs.
Leave the hot rods where they belong, in a garage, and let everyone enjoy the parade, safely and without eardrum damage.
LINDSAY SIMONS
Port Townsend
