(just about) every body loves a Parade…
One that is combining a 250th with a 79th, on the 14th of the 6th...
One that gets you, re-routed (“kind of nice to see different scenery, orange cones, right ?”)
One that, in the time of budget busting, is bursting at the seams…$$$
One that, after his long-winded address, is finally, in military terms…”at parade rest” - at least for another 250…feeling “at ease”?
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