The Native Iowan

I am speaking for myself when I say EVERYONE LOVES A PARADE…

There is something passionate, visceral, emotional in a parade, any parade. As a cub scout and as a boy scout I marched in small-town parades, and found the experience to be uplifting. I recall a sense of euphoria.

In the very early 60s, as a small child at the 4th of July parade in Knoxville, Iowa, I recall being introduced to a very old man. I was told that he was a Civil War veteran. I remember being told “you won’t ever meet another one”.

Much later in my life I became a Rose Bowl Parade junkie. I had an apartment 2blocks off Colorado Blvd for a number of years. The Rose Bowl Parade, as it preps to march on New Years morning, offers the best street party I have ever experienced. https://nativeiowan.com/2015/01/01/mikes-bikes-gotta-luv-a-parade/

I feel sad for the folks that can’t find joy in a parade.

By nature, parades are martial, organised, lined up, marching in time. The marching band(s) fill the air with melodies that make your feet move in time. As a spectator you unconsciously start marching along. Swaying to the beat.

I know I say this a lot but…

I am lucky enough to hold citizenship to three countries. I feel patriotism and affinity with all three of the Nations I hold allegiance to.

BUT… there is only one country, one place that is my Home Land.

And…

Everyone loves a parade!