Plans are underway, someone has announced, for a prodigious procession on July the 4th or November the 11th of this year.
Tanks, troops, miles of American missiles and might, will be led by a grinning grand marshal sporting a red baseball cap and driving a crimson, corpulent Cadillac convertible.
Mrs. Grand Marshal will wave, white-gloved, to a roaring, adoring assembly of citizens all along the avenue, a crowd greater in number than any that ever came together anywhere before.
Toot, toot! The grand marshal will, with splendiferous solemnity, honk his own horn.
Cant wait! July the 4th or November the 11th!
My choice, without question, would be the Fourth of July. Better chance for sunshine. Tomatoes will be in season.