Now you would think that anticipation of the festival would die with age. No, I tell you, it does not. For just today I got an email from my father which read...
A few chairs appeared near Mississippi and Jefferson late MONDAY morning; by 9 o'clock MONDAY NIGHT they are beginning to spread toward downtown.
Don't fear--don't shed a tear---I shall surrender and be out Tuesday morning.
I do not know if this happens in other towns, but residents of Morton place chairs out along the parade route days in advance to mark their terrority in a socially acceptable way. When I was in college, it was usually a day or two before the parade, but now it is almost six days before the first Shriner climbs into his tiny little car.
And to my readers in Morton, good luck getting a spot. Let me know if there are choice spots left.
Part of the festival I will miss the most: The Rat Game