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Thursday, June 09, 2005
Thar' be thorns in that thar' rose parade
I'm sitting in my cubicle right now, killing the last few minutes of my shift with a copy of The Oregonian's annual Rose Festival Guide. Somehow it managed to fall behind my Smurfit Recycling box last week and I just noticed it back there.
The guide offers a two-page rundown on the various floats and "favorites" in this Saturday's Grand Floral Parade. Five entrants stand out among the various high school marching bands and rodeo queens:
Celebrations of beer, gambling, thugs, Scientology and corporate malaise in the middle of Portland's most wholesome annual event. It's enough to make me wish I could get up that early on a Saturday morning to take in all the wholesome, dreamlike surrealism.