Everyone loves a parade!

That sounds like something somebody famous said once and then everybody else repeated it forever afterward. But it turns out it’s just one of those things everybody knows and nobody claims as the first to say it. It’s just true.

We never get tired of parades. No matter how weird.

Parades are about strutting your stuff, no matter what. So since a parade can be about almost anything, I looked it up and found a few interesting opinions about parades.

Parading is defined by some people as: walking pompously, playing to an audience and boasting. Some say a parade is supposed to show off in a way that makes people admire you. For some people a parade is a brag even if – sometimes especially if – it annoys other people because some people like to crow and gloat about almost anything.

Parade strutting, for some people, is even a good excuse for weirdness. Consider these examples:

✓ Some people in Pasadena, CA wanted an antidote to the New Year’s Day Rose Parade. It seems they were easily bored, so they started the Occasional Pasadena Doo-Dah Parade in 1978. Now it’s a tradition that features marching groups like Kinetic Pastry Science Mobile Muffins and The Highland Park Thursday Evening Gentlemen’s Society Circuit Bending Marching Band & Ladies’ Auxiliary… even a chain-saw toting Easter Bunny. Anything goes, as long as it’s strange.

✓ Traditionalists in Hot Springs, Arkansas who actually liked the good old St. Patrick’s Day Parade – the one that began in the U.S. in New York City in 1762 – just could not leave a good thing alone. Their idea started in a bar (naturally) in 2003 and they invented the 98 ft. long St. Patrick’s Day Parade to strut the entire length of the city’s shortest street… a short but very good strut.

✓ Then there’s the “Protest parade”, forms of which have become quite prominent today. Take the “Running of the Nudes Parade”, for instance, in Pamplona, Spain. Protesting the annual Running of the Bulls, people strip down 2 days before it and run through Pamplona’s streets smeared in blood-red paint and toting posters condemning the inhumanity of bullfighting.
So, Naturally, that takes us right to the annual Jamestown Christmas Parade and Holiday Celebration.

This one, however, is a forever favorite and absolutely normal in every way, just good fun for the whole town.

This week your Jamestown Gazette invites everyone to join in the parade, whether marching, or strutting or spectating. It will be hosted by The Jamestown Renaissance Corporation and presented by The Resource Center. This year’s theme is Winter Games and it begins, clear skies or snow, on Friday, December 1, with live music by We Speak Canadian at Tracy Plaza from 5-6:30 p.m. followed by the parade that steps off at 6:30 down Third Street to the City Hall where it ends up with the traditional Tree Lighting and Grand Fireworks display.

The annual Jamestown Christmas Parade and Holiday Celebration returns again to Strut our Stuff in community pride and good old fashioned hometown holiday fun. Enjoy the parade, and of course, enjoy the read right here with your very own Jamestown Gazette.

Walt Pickut

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Walt Pickut
Walt Pickut’s writing career began with publishing medical research in1971 while working at the Jersey City Medical Center and the NYU Hospital and School of Medicine. Walt holds board registries in respiratory care and sleep technology as well as bachelor's degrees in biology and communication, and a master's degrees in physiology from Fairleigh-Dickinson University in New Jersey, with additional graduate work in mass communication completed at SUNY Amherst. He currently teaches Presentational Speaking in the Houghton College PACE program at JCC and holds memberships in the Society of Professional Journalists and the American Society of Business Publication Editors. He lives in Jamestown with his wife Nancy, an MSW social worker, and has three children: Dr. Cait Lamberton in Pittsburgh, Bill Pickut, a marketing executive in Chicago, and Rev. Matt Pickut in Plymouth, IN.