2/13/2003

2/13/2003 - 12:00

I love a parade. On the way to work this morning I was caught in one. A twenty-five mile long one. I O.D.'d on the parades I love this morning.

It was not clear what the occasion was, perhaps a celebration of snow. Many cars were decorated with it, and it was flung all over the road and up the embankments.

The parade caused me to be late to work. Not that I missed anything; Thursdays are a meeting day. I walked into sour faces and raising voices as inconspicuously as possible.

I hate to be late, but man, I love a parade.