Surprise paradeOur children have never been fans of parades. I am, as long as I can hear the brass band. This is a conflict of interest in which I waiver mine, if necessary, to maintain the image of a happy family.We didn’t parade yesterday. We were in the park half an hour earlier than the expected passing by of the parade. Our younger son jumped from one air castle to another, having the time of his life, not having to wear his patience out in long queues. The crowd was yet to come.As I sought some shelter from the wind beside a cluster of bushes, I heard the merry sound of brass instruments draw on me. The parade emerged on the next street. Much to my surprise it took a right turn off the street instead of crossing the bridge ahead it always does and wound its way on to the path I was standing by. I thought: “What a nice surprise, I get my parade after all.” Up front were scouts carrying our national flag and behind them marched the brass band in forrest green uniforms with golden cords and tassels. As they closed in on me, they suddenly took a sharp right turn off the path and halted two meters right infront of me! And then I thought: “Who arranged this for me?” Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 21:40 . . .
