The Lighted Truck Parade

Well homechickens, as I am sure you are all aware, this evening featured the light up truck parade, one of the highlights of my Fort Bragg year. Thank god it comes towards the end so I have something to anticipate January-November. This year’s parade started at seven in the evening, in the bitter cold remnants of what was a beautiful day. KOZT was out and about at the guest house–I noticed Joe flirting about the stage like a concerned bear, and I thought I saw Sam darting off to the side with a microphone and a poofy jacket, but I may have been mistaken. No sign of Kaitlin’s mom, alas. She usually womans the station during parades and other cold night time events. Smart lady.

Flocks of eager paradegoers lined the streets, and overanxious policemen continually pushed us back onto the sidewalks, from which would spill in a boiling mob seconds later. The floats were giant, they were lit up, and oh were they exciting. Terrible music spilled from each, I counted about thirty Santas, and there was one dogfight. Your intrepid reporter was beaned with a hard candy thrown with deadly aim by a woman on a bicycle.

The lighted truck parade is sort of sad, because you can chart the death of an industry. Back in the day, the parade featured logging trucks from a myriad of companies, and most of the major fishing houses also sent a chilled truck or two, festooned in lights and fish. Alas, most of the trucks this year were personal or government vehicles–fire trucks, public works, the coast guard, etc. Even Philbrick logging wasn’t around this year, alas. Rossi’s, curiously, also didn’t make an appearance, which was sad, because they usually have the coolest and most amazing float you could think of, times seven.

I also got to explore the floats in detail, since the parade always decamps directly in front of my house. Below you see reverse photodocumentation, starting with the death of the parade and working up into the gloriousness. Enjoy.

On the way back home I watched one of the rookies arrest a nefarious looking man. Karen Harriss observed, the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips, as youths on skateboards clattered by into the night.

[Fort Bragg]
[Lighted Truck Parade]