I walked out of my house this morning to see a parade of small children on patriotically-bedizened bikes straggling by, involving a LOT of: redwhite&blue crepe paper, star-spangled paper hats that were too big, cooing parents with hyperactive cameras, coercion, and bike horns. Bike horn squeezing > pedalling by a good 3 to 1 ratio, except by one girl out front who was apparently in a race with herself ( or trying to escape the parade, and who can blame her? ) and was bent low over her handlebars pedalling furiously, leaving flakes of shredded crepe paper in her wake. Her hat had fallen down her back but was held on by a thin elastic, so it ended up riding upright on her hunched shoulder blades like some coruscant camel’s hump. At one point, she looked back over her shoulder and almost got hit in the face by the hat. I kept hoping she would suddenly jet off into the horizon or levitate like E.T., sailing over the sun in a final f-you to 4th of July parades, but she just got tired and slowly drifted back to the racket and had a rocket pop
but in a final act of defiance (and in spite of much begging by the gaggle of amateur photographers), refused to put her hat back on.