The sky was grey, it
was crowded, and the weather was colder than Kate Gosselin’s smile. And yet none of that
mattered because Underdog was floating past me, up in the sky, larger than life.
Perhaps most surprising though, he was also in Living Color, complete with
bright red standard-issue superhero tights and a blue cape. Who knew? Mostly
this was remarkable to me because I had
only seen him on our black and white Zenith TV, which also meant that it was not
just Underdog, but Mr. Rogers, Big Bird and Easy Reader who were rendered in a
surprisingly small number of grey, grainy hues.
That being said, it was exactly the sort of day that a six
year old never forgets because it was not just my first Thanksgiving Day
parade, but an adventure in the city with my dad.
My father is an interesting guy for a lot of reasons, but
perhaps most important to me is that he’s a guy who straddled a transitional
period in our culture when notions of what success, family and fatherhood meant
were shifting. He was in some ways entirely traditional: each morning he left
before everyone else was up to catch a
train to the city where he worked at a mysterious job in a mysterious
skyscraper. He then came home around dinnertime and read a paper while listening
to the news. (He did, however, wisely avoid the pipe and martini thing which
thankfully remains in the dustbin of dad-history. There are some clichés that
no one can pull off, short of an Adolphe Menjou or Claude Raines.)
Traditional as he may have been, though, my dad made a
conscious decision to (mostly) not work late, not bring work home and to not
work on the weekends. He had made a calculation about what was important to him
and then made it his business to be present in our lives even though it must
have cost him professionally. Sure, we could probably have lived in a bigger
house and had cooler cars, but I was luckier than that.
And so that’s why I’m assuming that even more memories are
being made today at the Giant’s victory ticker tape parade. The streets are
lined with families dressed in blue and there are little kids on shoulders watching
bigger than life figures make their way down the canyon of heroes. But here’s
the thing, even if you didn’t make it to New
York today there are still plenty of opportunities to
get outside with the kids and see the weird and wonderful things that only
happen in a parade.
An obvious one is the St. Patrick’s to-do in either Pearl River or New York , but there are
more parades than you would suppose. Try the Columbus Day parade, or the weird
and creative Halloween parade in Nyack. And in case you didn’t know, there’s an
annual Volunteer Firefighters parade to be watched.
Or, have you ever had the urge to see a 30 foot Dora the
Explorer? Of course you haven’t, but your kids want to, so make sure to hit the easy-to-navigate
Thanksgiving Day Parade in Stamford .
It’s actually extra cool because it features a whole herd of full sized balloons.
And of course there’s the far more
hilarious and entertaining Halloween parade in the Village, but, well, you
know. Take the teens.
So anyway, even
though Eli Manning probably won’t be at any of those wearing red tights and
blue cape, your kids won’t care. Just make sure they get a turn on your
shoulders. Do it.
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