Post-parade busted move
Thank goodness for Bar Bistro. After 3 1/2 hours of passiver parade pomp, it was time to inhale a cold beer. If we had to sum up the parade in a single word, it might be … snoozefest. Can’t really remember the last time we went to a parade, but this one had power potential that fizzled with a whimper. Take a few high school bands in their winter uniforms, a bunch of classic cars, police losing control of the street-crossing crowd and twirling inflatables and you get hot, tired and uninspiring (yes, the image that follows is an overweight … Continue reading Post-parade busted move