ALL PHOTOS BY CLAIRE O’BRIEN
I’ve watched so many parades all over the middle of America, that they have come to form a kind of map, marking the contours of the landscape I know best. I always feel rooted when I see a parade, a banner strung across a remote Main Street announcing a parade, or even an arrow pointing in the direction of a parade, because then I know exactly what to do: document it as if there’s never been another parade like it – nor will there ever be again. That this is so exactly not the case is, in fact, a large part of what makes my ” job” so important.
This was a literally pressing and specific responsibility when I was a staff reporter, but even now that I’m just a freelance bum, there are times when I can’t avoid the sense that I’m on some kind…
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