Letter: How thoughtless to make me sit on the ground for the parade
It was another fine River Falls Days Homegrown Life on the Kinni.
For those of you new to this custom, parade preparation involves hightailing it to Second Street during the week before the parade and staking your claim.
On Wednesday I followed proper parade protocol as I selected the perfect spot, spread my blanket, and placed my folded lawn chair on top.
On Friday, with granddaughter, Tannah, in tow, I returned to Second Street to reclaim our coveted spot. My blanket was still there, but alas, the chair was gone.
My 76-year-old body endured two hours on the hard, cold ground. As I struggled to raise my aching back and sore buns, I glanced across the street and, lo and behold, there, in all its turquoise and white plastic webbing glory, sat my now empty lawn chair.
Now, here’s the thing. If it was borrowed by someone elderly, pregnant or handicapped, I forgive you and hope it added to your enjoyment of the parade.
If, on the other hand, you were a strong, healthy or merely stupid person, shame on you.
In retrospect, I will forgive stupidity. It has no boundaries.