By then the crowds were gathering for the Bok Kai parade and I got home just in time. At 10:30 Jet and I headed off, equipped with camera, dog treats and a plastic bag (just in case). We went down to D and 5th to find a good vantage point; Jet trotted along unphased by the crowds or even the horses.
The Chinese cymbals gave him a start, but the firecrackers are what did him in. Poor little guy was huddled up against a store window waiting for it to all go away. (Needless to say, I cancelled plans to take him to Sunday’s Bomb Day events.)
Favorite floats? The Murphy Sisters’ prairie schooner, all the marching bands and Shriners, Shriners, Shriners! Shriners on go-karts, Shriners on trucks, Shriners in vintage cars, Shriners on big long bikes, Shriners on foot. (But what was with the gurney and the fake baby? I know about and applaud the Shriners‘ good deeds to help sick children, but, may I say, that was a little creepy.)