My mother was a depression-era kid. About a week after Thanksgiving she started making the weirdest meals with the remnants of the turkey. Finally making soup with nothing more the bones themselves.
Too much “show biz.” Singers and dancers doing routines for the cameras. “Celebrities” are the highlights of the floats.
I told my kids 30 years ago, that Santa Claus made a special trip to be in the parade and this was their one chance to see the real Santa before he went back to the North Pole. They were actually excited to watch the parade waiting for that one quick look at the real Santa.
A sincere thanks for the correction. My apologies and I am embarrassed. I looked it up just now and you are right that it was October 4th. For years I had October 7th in my head. Who knows why? Having acknowledged that I had the date of Janis Joplin’s death wrong, I still think that choosing “Me and Bobby McGee” was a combination of Kris Kristofferson who wrote the song and Janis Joplin who made it famous. But the real truth is, “What do I know?”
1970: Jimi and then, three weeks later on October 7th, Janis. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”
Yes! Arlo is right-on as usual. Strike this ridiculous conversion of nouns to verbs.