Gotta get my sister below the fold there, so here are your annual September parade pictures. How fun that the East Cobber — that suburban confection– comes just one week after Dragon*Con, land of the weird and home of the nerd-who-idealizes-the-brave. I love them both with all my heart.
The East Cobber Parade is one of my favorite holidays of the year. Because I know all of you can’t be at the best parade in America, I have thoughtfully documented this celebration of suburban-ness for you.
I may have told you before, gentle readers, that when Cynthia first proposed a parade to create a sense of community in East Cobb, I pshawed her. The ‘burbs are the antitheses of community, right? Well, at the East Cobber Parade you’ll see your neighbors, every kid your kid ever played ball with, your principals and teachers, your local elected officials (and candidates) … every Cub Scout troop and dance team has its spot, and it’s not uncommon at all for folks to be torn between which group they will march with. It truly does bring our ‘burb together.
The Twilight Twirlers are always a big hit …
This was — wow! — the 15th year. Congratulations, Cynthia, and thanks for doing this for us.
Wheeler Pride chooses the best song for a parade that fell on 9/11 this year …
And if you’re like me and just can’t get enough marching band, here’s the drumline …
One note: All this happy ended in a bit of a freakout when one of the band kids went down with severe dehydration and heat exhaustion at the end of the parade. That child was very, very sick, and it took the paramedics a while to get there. We had to tend to two others who were feeling woozy, too. a) Bands should be able to march in T-shirts if it’s above 85 degrees. b) When they tell you to drink lots of water, do it. That heat stroke is some scary stuff.
So here in the reddest part of the reddest county of this red state, the Obama contingent was by far the largest and loudest at today’s parade. I was surprised to see them there to begin with, and stunned that the groups kept coming and coming in the parade. There was no McCain group.
I was watching the crowd. Many stared silently, but a lot more than I would have expected waved and cheered. Bodes well for Sen. Obama’s Nov. 4.
The local megachurch had this kicking band. In this picture, they were playing “Low Rider.” Yes, really.
Cheerleaders love Jesus.
I didn’t quite understand this one. That tin-foil covered lightning bolt shooting into the satellite said “The power of God.”
brave in the 'burbs
If you look really closely . . . you *still* can't see Adam West in the DragonCon parade in this photo. But he's there in the passenger seat, right under the Auburn Ave. sign, I promise. Me and Batman. Yet another photographic brush with greatness.