The big Strawberry Festival parade looks different when you're in it. This year, D and his baseball team marched along on the hot pavement, holding out hats for their league. D has the touch, and raked in a couple of hundred dollars on his own. That's what they tell me. I wouldn't know for sure, since Eand I were on the Vashon Pirate Youth Football (get used to that name, it's going to pop up everywhere: VPYF) float, a totally pimped out truck and flatbed with a pretty impressive field on the flatbed, and bleachers for the fans (me, other moms, Y rode with me, some cheering girls) were perched about 8' up on a heaping, shifting pile of gravel. Yes, the VPYF float was sponsored by the evil and most despised corporation to rumble its way onto Vashon, Glacier Northwest http://www.glaciernw.com/ which threatens to transform Maury Island into a gravel pit and oh lord it's just too irritating and depressing to go into here but you can read all about it in the paper. Anyway, so there we all were, sitting on gravel, representing the loved-or-loathed football program (on Vashon, football is a pretty controversial sport) and people lining the parade route were downright hostile at times. But the kids were having a great time and oblivious to the political twist. The truck, which I didn't really get a good look at before climbing aboard, was described by many as a menacing thing, a rolling Darth Vadar. Lah di dah. Lah di dah. I waved to my friends. E and his friends ran plays at the stops. Y sat mesmerized, enjoying the big girls and their cheering.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Summertimes 2007
The big Strawberry Festival parade looks different when you're in it. This year, D and his baseball team marched along on the hot pavement, holding out hats for their league. D has the touch, and raked in a couple of hundred dollars on his own. That's what they tell me. I wouldn't know for sure, since Eand I were on the Vashon Pirate Youth Football (get used to that name, it's going to pop up everywhere: VPYF) float, a totally pimped out truck and flatbed with a pretty impressive field on the flatbed, and bleachers for the fans (me, other moms, Y rode with me, some cheering girls) were perched about 8' up on a heaping, shifting pile of gravel. Yes, the VPYF float was sponsored by the evil and most despised corporation to rumble its way onto Vashon, Glacier Northwest http://www.glaciernw.com/ which threatens to transform Maury Island into a gravel pit and oh lord it's just too irritating and depressing to go into here but you can read all about it in the paper. Anyway, so there we all were, sitting on gravel, representing the loved-or-loathed football program (on Vashon, football is a pretty controversial sport) and people lining the parade route were downright hostile at times. But the kids were having a great time and oblivious to the political twist. The truck, which I didn't really get a good look at before climbing aboard, was described by many as a menacing thing, a rolling Darth Vadar. Lah di dah. Lah di dah. I waved to my friends. E and his friends ran plays at the stops. Y sat mesmerized, enjoying the big girls and their cheering.
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