Eleven months of the year on the road with you, my dear

[sovay]

I did not dream that I discovered a book of short stories by Lloyd Alexander; it just existed in the children's library collection of the church where part of the dream was taking place. It was from the mid-'80's and had little sandy-looking pen-and-ink illustrations like chapter headings. I remembering being particularly struck by the one for Vesper Holly.

I am awake at this hour because I'm going to be part of this parade: "Reclaim the Streets for Horns, Bikes, and Feet!" The last time I was in a parade, I was still in the Girl Scouts. This time, I got invited by old-time radio people. I have dressed accordingly. I hope someone takes photographs.

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[teenybuffalo.livejournal.com]

I was in Harvard Square at the time you marched past, assuming you were in the parade at that point, and I saw the tops of everybody's heads without realizing one of them was you. Darn it, I would have cheered all the more if I'd known you were present. If you saw a woman in a yellow bonnet, paisley pashmina and red 1860s dress, that was me getting ready to lead a walking tour.

My favorite parts of the parade were the stilt-walkers of all sorts, the hula hoopers, the ghastly undead bison (what the hell was that about?), the blue dove puppets and the band playing the Tetris theme, which I can now only call "A Brief History of the Soviet Union."

[sovay]

I was in Harvard Square at the time you marched past, assuming you were in the parade at that point, and I saw the tops of everybody's heads without realizing one of them was you.

Yes; we marched all the way from the parking lot behind Elm Street to the little park in front of Grendel's Den. The top of my head would have been covered with a tweed flat cap. Rob would have been the wild-haired fellow in the headache glasses and the lab coat.

If you saw a woman in a yellow bonnet, paisley pashmina and red 1860s dress, that was me getting ready to lead a walking tour.

I'm afraid not, but I'm glad you were there!

the ghastly undead bison (what the hell was that about?)

It had a sign on the rear bumper reading "Don't Get Buffaloed by Scott Brown," but I think a DIY bison is its own excuse. It reminded me of a Mari Lwyd.

the band playing the Tetris theme, which I can now only call "A Brief History of the Soviet Union."

We didn't hear most of the bands due to being positioned between just two of them (and leaving before the Harvard Square Oktoberfest started), but that makes me very happy to hear.