You know, I really miss watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV like I did as a child. I loved watching and listening to the marching bands, seeing the new floats and balloons, and getting a little information about the parade participants and route here and there from the commentators.
The past few years, though, I’ve come to despise the TV idiots prattling on with jokes Henny Youngman would have been embarrassed to tell. And all the while they’re talking over the bands so you can’t hear them, then offering brief glimpses of balloons and floats, finally shutting up long enough for actors and dancers to lip sync their advertisements for Broadway shows that the majority of us will never see.
All of that is, of course, interspersed with promos for upcoming Christmas specials and “television events” alongside commercials for Black Friday and now even pre-Black Friday rampant, crass commercialism leading into the Christmas buy-or-die-trying season.
Makes me all the more thankful for my memories, tinged by time though they may be. Thankful that I ever had the opportunity to have created and retained such memories. And thankful that I live in a place and time where I can still bitch about something so relatively inconsequential as a parade.