Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Labor Day 2025

I was invited (for the dozenth year) and attended for the second time, the Wilmington Labor Day Parade. Wilmington is a community near u sin the southland that was absorbed into LA proper and is built, by and large, by the longshoremen.

They're told that attendance in the parade is mandatory. How true that is...eh, anyway, when you unload a quarter-of-a-trillion dollars worth of goods every year, you get some power. And the pride in being part of the organized, unionized worker group, shines through in their days, as in: it's believable that participation in the parade could be mandatory.

Anyway, the first time I went I took Cassius. It was a good time. This time I brought both kids:


But the sun was out, and the air was thick with moisture. When did we move to the Everglades?


As the walking went along, the kids' dedication began to wane.

Prez Cecily was there, too...
As did mine, since I had Camille on my shoulders, and she was wearing a red gown...because what else should you wear to a Labor Day Parade march?


Somewhere along the walk we decided to peel off and head back, having saved a ton of chores for the off-day Monday, Plus, the heat and humidity was a serious drag.

Also, fun observation: I feel like there were far more people involved in the parade than watching the parade. Like...a lot more...between all the different unions and marching bands, it was pretty wild.

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