The best thing about the Palisades-MacArthur neighborhood in DC is the annual Fourth of July parade down MacArthur Boulevard. I offer today's snapshots as part of the long "the way we live now" chronicles. Also, with the sense that if a Tocqueville, a Frances Trollope, a Charles Dickens, or some other outside observer happened upon such a spectacle, he or she would marvel at the easy communal patriotism on display, the wide/wild variety of civic organizations (one of Tocqueville's big themes), and the amazing absorptive capacity of American life. Not to mention: this is a different face of DC from the one familiar via West Wing, Veep, House of Cards, cable TV generally, most political speeches, or even This Town, whose overall outlook I naturally sympathize with. Here we go:
Motorcycle cops to lead things off.
Bagpipes -- one of several such units.
Lead marchers for "Different Drummers," a LGBT marching band and drill team. This lead pair holding the sign, one with a rainbow-flag cape, kept chanting, "Now we're married -- just like you!"
Representing our city, Miss DC-USA.
One of the many fraternal orders in the parade.
More from the same group. I couldn't read the banner and thought I shouldn't yell, "Who are you, and what about these white capes?"