Ever since moving to Dubuque in 1979 I’ve been aware of the Memorial Day Parade. Once we had kids it became mandatory to attend. Most times I had spent 5 hours on the golf course and the last thing I wanted to do was sit on some concrete steps watching a bunch of locals walk in a hot 90 degree parade.
This year I decided on my own to go. I’m not sure why. Maybe in my small way it was to say thank you to all the service men and women who have sacrificed so much so I could bitch about having to go to a parade to honor them. That is one of the things that make this country so unique and great. The freedom to choose. The freedom to choose about any lifestyle, any religion, any belief system without fear of repression.
This year’s parade was on a hot, humid, and windy Memorial Day. It was a typical parade with the ubiquitous bands, vintage cars, and fire trucks. Most important to me however was the men and women who have served in the armed forces. From many time periods, they all came together to march in this local town parade. It gave me a sense of pride as the crowd would stand in unison every time a military group came by. Not only did they stand, but they applauded the entire time the group was walking by.
Yes there was all the weirdness of a typical parade, with all the strangeness of some subculture lifestyles and it was hotter than hot, but I felt a sense of satisfaction that on my own, I had gone to honor in my small way the people who gave me the right to complain at any time I wanted to.
Enjoy the rest of your week and thanks for stopping by. Be careful.