I just ran up the street to check out the Brookline Flag Day Parade. My daughter is napping, but wearing her American flag dress, so she's keeping in the spirit of things. She can see her first parade another time.
Now, I don't know for sure, but I think this may be this only country that does parades like this. I mean, it's just anyone from the town who wants to dresses up and marches down the street. That's so fabulous! And then the marching bands. I love marching bands. Yay marching bands!
I got there in time to see my friends in the DAR, looking crazy hot in their colonial outfits. Sadly, I mean "crazy hot" literally, not euphemistically. I can't say that I'm not unhappy that I didn't have my papers in order in time for the parade. That's right: I qualify for the DAR. Don't be intimidated; my ancestors did all the heavy lifting, after all.
Inexplicably, there was a family of bicyclists from Cambridge. Did they follow the William Dawes route getting here, I hope?
My heart is swelled with patriotic pride.
