Who doesn’t love a parade? Nobody I’d want to hang out with…that’s for sure! In fact, in the past month, Portland had their amazing Rose Festival Parade, which has been a tradition in Portland (the city of roses) since 1907. And yes…for all of you snobby Pasadenians…yours was first (1890), and is the largest. But, ours is in Portland…which is a MUCH prettier city! (we have rivers along with our roses).
My high school band used to march in the parade every year. There is nothing like marching 7 miles…with a field drum banging the same spot on your leg…playing the same two songs…and a constant drum cadence (that you can still play today…because it is an ear worm that won’t ever go away), to make you remember a parade. Blisters…heat from the wool uniforms…and not getting to see the Princesses. But, we were performing, and won “Honor band” twice out of the three times I marched… but I digress.
What YOU care about is “What in the heck does a Parade Train Do????”
