Cavalcade: (n) a formal procession of people walking, on horseback, or riding in vehicles.
I like parades–I do.
But for some damn reason, my brain starts thinking too much.
Am I letting the parade pass me by? Am I merely in the gallery watching the participants stream along?
First of all–I don’t like to stand for much of anything. Never have. I will always find a seat. Matter of fact, if you give me a bucket of chicken and a chair, you could march two or three parades by me.
There is a cavalcade–an ongoing flow moving down the highway. Someone is in charge of that parade. There is a person who knows where it begins and where it ends. At least I think so.
But as life streams by us, is there anybody in charge?
Does anybody really know what they’re doing?
Is there a Parade Planner?
You see? There I go again.
My brain will not leave well enough alone. Sometimes I punish my mind by watching episodes of “I Love Lucy,” which couldn’t possibly have any other meaning than foolish 1950’s television.
Other times, I just listen to the news … which seems equally as vacuous.