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The parade this year feels brittle. At least at first. It reminds you of that first step into a swimming pool, wondering if it will be too hot or too cold. You brace yourself for sharp contrast, face the suck, breathe through it. And then you’re there. There’s an opening act waiting for you — …
The Parade is back this year. Socially distanced, with masks and vaccinations mandatory, of course. But as you settle down with the churros part of you thought you might never get to eat again, it feels…normal. Not the same, nothing will ever be the same, but this feels like tonight, like here, that’s okay. The …
No one expects the parade to happen. This is 2020. The plague year. The year we hunker down, shelter in place, and hope against hope that the empty suits at the top of the table aren’t stupid enough to get us all killed. It’ll pass. These things always do. But this one is taking its …
You get your seats for the parade good and early this year. It’s a hot day, a little oppressive. Thunder, or the rumour of it, bunching your shoulders and making everyone hunker down a little. Or a little more. The churro guy has your order though. You catch up and wish him well. He gives …
You weren’t expecting the news vans that open the parade but you can’t say you’re surprised to see them. Earnest men, bowties glistening, speaking power to truth (or is it the other way round) as their feeds slowly die and the volume on their guests only ever gets turned further up even as they shout …
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