It’s been a long time since I went to any Fourth of July parade anywhere at all, and never with a five-year-old kid, and so I think I had forgotten what they really are: a celebration of obscure civic positions, vintage cars, and chambers of commerce. Highlights: the local dentist gave Kina a toothbrush, and a cute smiling BART train tootled past. Lowlights: the county assessor, whose luxury convertible sedan says a lot about assessment. Kina was not thrilled, but she’s up one toothbrush.
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