We are curious. We want to see what someone else is wearing, viewing, or to hear what they are considering.
That’s why we love a parade.
It all started back in the middle ages. A wealthy gent designed a new cape and gown and wanted to show them off. So he decided to walk through the village in his new finery and wave at the villagers.
Another man, not to be outdone, decided to do the same. It wasn’t long before others were bold enough to take a risk and jump right in.
Labor Day will be the first time I’ve sat on top of a convertible in a parade. The view should be awesome as we drive up Northport’s Main street doing the wave to those who are either sitting on the motorcycle or in their car on upon chairs along the street.
From the first guy showing off to tomorrow when the signage on the convertible doors will tell of my vintage/junk sale Saturday, Sept. 13, under roof, parades are advertising and a darn good use for a vintage convertible.