Thanksgiving is only a week away! Yippy! Damn, I love Turkey Day. My favorite part is getting up early and running to the TV and turning on Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. To sit in front of the tube, in my underwear with a bowl of Capt’n Crunch watching the parade march through Harold Square. This is a major source of happiness that gets me through the years.
Now, I would like to share this with someone. But, the excitement of the parade seems not to be shared with that many people. In years past, Dalton my Ex, would encourage me to act like a kid and watch but did not, however need a play by play description retold to him every five minutes. Fuzzy now just suggests that I should shove “the parade” where my Broadway meets my 34th street.
Still, every year I sit on the rug. Watching the piped in music, the lip-syncing B-list celebrates and the badly re-envisioned children’s cartoons I’ve never heard of. This is what makes this day special for me. To recall every year I’ve sat down and looked at the Macy’s department store be used as a backdrop for a timeless piece of our lives. Even when Dalton took me to Macy’s and brought me out of the entryway into Harold’s Square and I saw just a dirty traffic filled street. For me this bit of a morning holds all the magic in the world.