A week ago tonight, I was at the Rose Parade up in Roseville, Minnesota.
Parade sponsors are acknowledged with signs carried by Boy Scouts who walk between the high school bands, princess-mobiles and miscellaneous small business-people who give out coupons and toss candy at small children.
This Boy Scout must have drawn the short straw when they were handing out the sponsor signs.
While on one hand, I'm a believer in viewing life as a natural continuum from birth to death, on the other hand I wouldn't be caught dead carrying that sign in a parade.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Even Death Loves a Parade
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