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Post Labor Day Thoughts
Sep. 8th, 2009 08:29 amSo, I'm back from Westville, IL, where I spent my Labor Day holiday. If you enjoyed a paid holiday for Labor Day, you should read this little ditty on what Labor Day represents.
Westville is famous for having a Labor Day parade, and this was the 99th marching of the parade. We believe that it's the oldest parade in the state, and one of the oldest in the country. The original parade wasn't much - the coal miners marched through town wearing their helmets and carrying their tools, and after the parade everybody decamped to one of the many bars in town. (Marching is thirsty work.) Actually, considering I watched the parade from the steps of one of the not-so-many bars in town, I guess not much changed.
Two marching units in the parade were worthy of note. First, the local chapter of the Tea Party movement had a unit - half a dozen gray-hairs and no-hairs waving "No Socialism" signs. The response from the crowd was mostly blank stares.
The second unit was three ladies with the "American Tribal Belly Dancer" group. The three collectively had more tattoos, both in number and acreage covered, than your average motorcycle gang, and were wearing relatively skimpy outfits. I say relatively because the lightest of the three looked to have a promising career as a light-heavyweight Sumo wrestler, and like I said she was the light one. So, in order to cover the essentials, a fair amount of fabric was needed.
As my sister said of the group after they passed, "just because they make it in your size doesn't mean you should buy it."
A programming note - tomorrow's blog will be "tips on running a fund raising raffle."
Westville is famous for having a Labor Day parade, and this was the 99th marching of the parade. We believe that it's the oldest parade in the state, and one of the oldest in the country. The original parade wasn't much - the coal miners marched through town wearing their helmets and carrying their tools, and after the parade everybody decamped to one of the many bars in town. (Marching is thirsty work.) Actually, considering I watched the parade from the steps of one of the not-so-many bars in town, I guess not much changed.
Two marching units in the parade were worthy of note. First, the local chapter of the Tea Party movement had a unit - half a dozen gray-hairs and no-hairs waving "No Socialism" signs. The response from the crowd was mostly blank stares.
The second unit was three ladies with the "American Tribal Belly Dancer" group. The three collectively had more tattoos, both in number and acreage covered, than your average motorcycle gang, and were wearing relatively skimpy outfits. I say relatively because the lightest of the three looked to have a promising career as a light-heavyweight Sumo wrestler, and like I said she was the light one. So, in order to cover the essentials, a fair amount of fabric was needed.
As my sister said of the group after they passed, "just because they make it in your size doesn't mean you should buy it."
A programming note - tomorrow's blog will be "tips on running a fund raising raffle."
