Front Row Seat
The Rodeo Parade is past and the streets are safe once again for the Lexus brigade without fear of getting unwanted debris on their tires, but the spirit of the day still lingers. You haven’t really lived until you’ve watched grown men dressed as trashcans dancing down Main Street Evergreen. The children were gleeful, the horses were noble, the people waving were tireless and the old cars were charming. But the true fun of the day was the camaraderie. Watching our friends and neighbors going by in the parade, feeling in a way that we know someone famous, yelling out people’s names, delighted to be part of their entourage. Around us we hear someone commenting on how great the “poms” did in their competition, someone else discussing if the boy on top of the stagecoach is Marion’s oldest or second son, a couple girls commenting on how adorable the new class of firefighter trainees are. For that morning, amidst all the noise and applause we are all family, cheering about the human ability to enjoy the simple things, regardless of what else might be going on in the world, because for that morning, our whole world is in the Parade.
