You know those times when you hear some news that leaves you speechless?
Yeah, had one of those moments today. I stared at my phone for what felt like an eternity in the ER and waited for everything to make sense again.
Still waiting.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Before the parade passes by
I spent part of the morning meandering about downtown Dallas in my quest to renew my passport. It was a beautiful day for it, really. A nice 70 degrees, bit of a breeze, albeit a bit humid from the rain that hit the area yesterday.
Vaguely, part of my brain had registered that today was Veteran's Day, and another part had noted somewhere that there was going to be a parade down on Main street on Veteran's Day. However, those 2 parts hadn't really communicated with each other. Such being the case, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself on the sidelines of a parade as I walked over to the courthouse.
I love parades. When I was little, my brothers were in the marching band and we'd go out to hear them play and cheer whenever the high school was called to action. I also remember one particular time when my oldest brother had to dress up in a mouse costume and throw candy out from a float. Why? That is lost to a shadowy recess somewhere.
Have to say, though, there weren't very many people out there. I chatted with some of the folks out there, most of who had stopped to watch the action, but who hadn't heard much about it prior. Yet, we all distinctly remembered the planned parade that was scheduled for the Mavs anticipated victory over Miami a couple of years ago. Seriously?
All that aside, it was fun. Marching bands, soldiers, veterans, fire trucks, horses, they were all there. There were many people out there applauding and waving flags. A few kids were out there taking it all in. A platoon of doberman pinschers and their handlers, a chihuahua with it's master on a scooter, and Sparky the fire dog all made appearances. I stood with a group of people who enthusiastically cheered on all the bands as they walked by, and I met an old FDR high school defensive end/full back (class of 1982! as he let us all know) who runs a moving business. He cheered the loudest.
Vaguely, part of my brain had registered that today was Veteran's Day, and another part had noted somewhere that there was going to be a parade down on Main street on Veteran's Day. However, those 2 parts hadn't really communicated with each other. Such being the case, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself on the sidelines of a parade as I walked over to the courthouse.
I love parades. When I was little, my brothers were in the marching band and we'd go out to hear them play and cheer whenever the high school was called to action. I also remember one particular time when my oldest brother had to dress up in a mouse costume and throw candy out from a float. Why? That is lost to a shadowy recess somewhere.
Have to say, though, there weren't very many people out there. I chatted with some of the folks out there, most of who had stopped to watch the action, but who hadn't heard much about it prior. Yet, we all distinctly remembered the planned parade that was scheduled for the Mavs anticipated victory over Miami a couple of years ago. Seriously?
All that aside, it was fun. Marching bands, soldiers, veterans, fire trucks, horses, they were all there. There were many people out there applauding and waving flags. A few kids were out there taking it all in. A platoon of doberman pinschers and their handlers, a chihuahua with it's master on a scooter, and Sparky the fire dog all made appearances. I stood with a group of people who enthusiastically cheered on all the bands as they walked by, and I met an old FDR high school defensive end/full back (class of 1982! as he let us all know) who runs a moving business. He cheered the loudest.
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