I’m in a photo mood. Also, the issues readers have brought up require more thought than I can give them right now, since I SHOULD BE TRANSLATING. Which I will get back to, right after these pics. Blogging: the perfect procrastination.
I took these pictures in 1992. T and I weren’t married yet. We took a three-and-a-half-month trip around half of the US and Canada. We started in Texas. This was a Veterans’ Day parade in Kerrville. The quality of the photos is nothing great, but they do give an impression.
I found this both hilarious and sad. The parade consisted of the following vehicles, hundreds of yards apart, with very few people along the road. As you can tell, the vehicles have either old veterans or small children. Where are the rest of the adults? And the biggest, fanciest float is for Miss Kerrville, which is completely irrelevant.
In an attempt to liven things up, they had veterans whizzing around in go-carts and one clown on a teeny tiny car. Which was so ridiculous it was funny, but at the same time I felt painfully embarrassed for the veterans that their day was so pathetic and undignified. It was a parade that only a two-year-old would be impressed with . . . maybe.
I’m absolutely not a red-white-blue Go America and God Bless Our Troops person, but these old geezers were once handsome young men with their lives before them, and they went and fought wars that the country felt needed fighting. (And some did.) You’d think people could help them put on a better show. The whole thing seemed to be done by the few veterans themselves and their grandkids.
Where were all those actual red-white-blue Go America God Bless Our Troops people on that day?