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Every year Dale’s band works several jobs on the Fourth of July, including playing in the Plymouth Fourth of July Parade. It’s been years since I’ve gone with him but this year I got inspired and I went along. Going to this parade, as with so many parades, is an exercise in “hurry up and wait.” You’ve got to get up early and get ready and get there but then you wait around until start time.
That waiting around goes pretty quickly, though, as people decorate their floats.
And meet celebrities. That’s our friend Joe with Gail Huff, wife of Senator Scott Brown. I also met the senator but I was more excited to meet Gail, having watched her for years on our ABC news affiliate. She was very friendly and she and I chatted for a bit about her husband’s politics and voting record. I think I managed to not insult him but also made a point or two about what I expect from my senator.
Almost before I knew it the parade was ready to step off. The band rides on the back of a flat bed truck and we follow behind in our Suburban, towing the band’s equipment trailer. My view for most of the parade route is of my husband’s ass. Nothing wrong with that.
When I’m not gazing at Dale I’m looking out the window at the spectators. I love seeing everyone in their red white and blue. The adults are often dancing to the music and the kids are adorable and everyone is in a great mood.
I’ve decided there are basically two types of people in the world: those who wave at parades and those who don’t. I’ve always been a waver and after having marched in more than a few parades I’ve come to see just how important those waves are. Riding in a truck like I was doing on Monday is easy but trudging along can get tiring and it’s amazing how a wave and a smile from someone watching the parade can really motivate you to continue.
I think this guy got lost on his way to a Jimmy Buffett contest because I honestly can’t think of a single reason for someone to be dressed as a parrot on the 4th of July.
By 12:30 I was home and watching Joey Chestnut win the Coney Island Hot Dog Eating Contest and Dale was off to his next job. The rest of the day was a bit lonely as he didn’t get home until well after I had gone to bed but the morning at the parade was fantastic.