July

For the past ten Julys I've spent two weeks in upstate New York but for this one I am home. I realized I had only been to the parade in this town once in the eleven years I've lived here. But I hate parades so I never missed it. I went this year and found that my feelings on the matter have remained the same. There is something about sitting still watching sweaty people in costumes or other people who seem randomly picked to ride in cars, progressing slowly in front of one that is not that exciting.