There was a Flag Day parade down Broadway in Saratoga. The Air Force started the assemblage of red white and blue not with the thundering formation of jets but with the lumbering rumble of a cargo plane. It buzzed the thin crowd that lined the street from North Broadway to the terminus in Congress Park. The plane scared the police horse enough to dismount his rider, to the restrained amusement of his partner who was mindful enough to grab the reigns of the wild horse. 
Seemed like this might be a good parade after all.
I unfolded a chair in front of Coldstone Ice Cream Shoppe. Major mistake. Resisting the tempting flavors mixed on a slab of marble was futile. Heck, it was a celebration decked out in American flags, and colorful helium balloons. Enjoy. The street staged baggy pant clowns and soldiers from current and past wars. Elks in tight uniforms. Scots wearing kilts. Boy Scouts draped in merit badges and pretty girls in dressed in dreams. Patriotic tunes marched between the spectators who waved flags while keeping an eye out for candy treats tossed from fire trucks and floats.
And it wasn’t over until Elvis left the building.
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