Today is Parade Day. The event that wasn't in your date book a week ago. You will work around your work. You will change your plans for lunch or dinner. Either to go -- or to stay away from the crush.
Why did we empty our bank accounts to score a ticket or even to occupy a bar stool near the park?
Why are we lined up outside pop up stores to grab the instant gear?
Why does the stadium wall become a chalk covered shrine? We climb ladders to give those who are gone an inch of space.
We clutch at history. Please stop. Give me a solid place to stand.
And history keeps moving to tomorrow. As memory of Parade Day will keep us anchored to today.
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