Going to the parade is a family thanksgiving tradition for me. However, it is a little different when your aunt and uncle live in a building that overlooks Central Park West. However, I do have a lot of great memories about the parade. I remember that before The Cat In The Hat balloon almost killed a woman on Central Park West many years ago, the balloons used to be flying at around ten stories high. That is a guess since around that time it looked like they were right up against the window at times and she lives on the tenth floor.
However, it is a little different physically going to the parade every year verses gathering around and watching it indoors with family. But, I think that if it wasn't for being able to see it from a window overlooking the route, I would never have gone to see it. I am not one that is big on parades but the way that I do this one is a little different.
"If you try to shag my husband while I am still alive, I will shove the art of motorcycle maintenance up your rancid little Cu**. That's a good dear"
Tom Stoppard's Rock N Roll