Parade Anyone?

I do not remember my age. Had to be when I was 10 or 11, which made it 1950 or 1951.

I remember the event, even more I remember standing by the best seat in the house. My mother, father and sister stood [actually, in order to see] on the balcony porch of the Broadway Theatre on Broadway in Portland, Oregon. We had, literally, a bird’s eye view of the Rose Parade, evidence that Portland was the city of Roses. It happened because my cousin, Jack Matlack was the manager of many downtown theatres, including the Broadway.

The floats, the ponies, the bands, the Queen and her court, all in Portland High Schools. It was a good parade, a parade of celebration. People clapped and cheered. And no less, which for Portland would be exception in early June, no clouds, light breeze and 70 degrees. At least it seemed weather didn’t negate the joy.

I’ve never been to the colossal parades, but have watched them on television. Spectacular would not be overstatement. And to think of all the preparation, how LONG it must take to perfect a float with more flowers than can be counted. Good and positive.

Then.

You know this is coming. I only wish I could sit down with my military friends and ask them. I cannot do that now, but some of them will get this. I thought it was Saturday Night Life when President Trump said we should have a parade to show America’s military might. Evidently he loved the Paris parade of same theme. And he probably, because his ego lacks measurement, thought our country can do it better.

I am heartened some key Washington D.C. leaders refuse to support such a parade. Saw today the cost for this parade would push $50 million, or something like that.

I more than hope the possibility of a military parade gets crushed by the bricks and stones crumbling on them…bricks and stones that will not be used to build a wall on the border with Mexico.

When? When will we realize if the military parade would actually happen…what a lamentable day…there would be more jeering than cheering?

Which is worse than unfortunate. Our military need our support! I support them! One of my best friends is a retired General. The military, mostly retired Generals and Colonels in Broadmoor Church in Colorado Springs during my pastorate with them, were incredible human beings, who happened to be military retirees. In fact, one of our members was the last man, literally, off our American Embassy Roof in Saigon. My daughter-in-law [and my son, Andrew and grandchildren Dylan and Taylor], Jennifer Hagen Miller, will be sent to Germany to spend a year helping our military there. Oh, my. THAT’S what needs to be celebrated. Not a parade to massage our President’s ego. What I hope? I hope it never happens. And I hope those who follow the elephants will have that day off.

And, even more, take the $50 million and build a few bridges, offer better roads. At least that should cover a few miles.

You think?

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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