“Tripped over a dog in a choke-chain collar, people were shouting and pushing and saying. Traded a smoke for a food stamp dollar, ridiculous marching band started playing; Got me singing-a-long with some half-hearted victory song.” Growing up I spent most holidays and vacations with my Grandparents. They lived nearly round the corner from where the Rose Parade takes place, and every year, on New Year’s Day, my Grandfather would wake up in the best mood – one we would never quite see again the rest of the year – because of the parade. I never understood the appeal, or … Continue reading Said won’t you follow me down to the Rose Parade? :: song of the day