Got a big dog? You're in the parade.
Got an old car? You're in the parade.
Dressed up funny? Part of a group?
Have a talent? Just outgoing? You're in.
The only bad parades are the ones right after a war starts, when the drumbeat's still going, and the price is still in the future.
This one was one of the nice ones, on the best day of the year to be in Upper Arlington.
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