The One Person Who Hates a Parade

I spent as much time driving to and from the parade downtown as I did at the actual parade. After staying up late to go to the fireworks, Desmond was so tired he was lying down on the carpet in front of the Credit Union on Greene St. Nothing in the parade was of any interest to him except the kids on the other side of the street who had balloons. I agreed to take him home and he was happy until I told him we weren't going to watch any television. That renewed his interest in old Chevys and local politicians. Still, we left. Let's just say at this point I looking forward to my dependents celebrating their independence.