West Indian Day Parade '03
'A personal feel'
I've Seen this before! Rain, rain go
away...come another day. And so It seemed
the weather was about to again, dictate to some extent,
the conditions of the West
Indian Day Parade.
As we got in line at New Jersey transit station to purchase our train tickets to
York. Ahead of us
were a number of kids wearing Trini' colors and
An older Jamaican man recognize their colors and made
Trini! he exclaimed, then mention the possible impact of weather
on the parade.
At which time the body language became
defensive and the conversation abruptly ended. Oh, oh, they did not want to
even consider that. This
man was 'raining on their
We've arrived in New York's Penn station, and boarded a train to our destination.
As we got
off the train on Eastern Parkway our fears were realized. It was raining,
moderately. As I surveyed the surroundings, observing the crowds, and the
concessionary stands that lined the median of the parkway. I reflected on last year's
parade, then one of their primary occupations was keeping their tents
rain wasn't their more formidable opponent; it was the wind. According to official sources, this area so far this season, have seen 20 inches
of rain compared to a
Before leaving Philly I tuned the radio to a
New York station for the
latest update on the weather. The forecast was for rain
all day. But this didn't
materialize. Overcast, yes but hardly a drop.
Those creative ornaments so absent
from last year's parade were back and in
full form, the music was good ,very good. I felt like
playing mass myself. Caught
up in this thing and trying to stay out of the
way, of the masqueraders. Yet due to
some sort of involuntary reflex I asked one of the revelers for
a taste and was turned
down flat. But like any incorrigible Fox, ("The Fox and the Grapes") I was able to
dismiss my rejection as a sour
Unsanitary humor, leave now!
I'm reminded of a joke I
heard some time back,
where a restaurant attendant when questioned by a gentleman traveler, as to the
availability of 'Sanitary facilities' on the premises, responded, "We
sir, but they aint sanitary."
I can't think of a worse fate than being trapped in a
Porto-potty -- heck, there're
few fates worst than having to use one 'em. I was
literally faced with this possibility
while, ummh...indisposed, the damned
thing started to rock.
pressure of the revelers, the barricades were now being pushed
As the music got louder it became a mere echo as my mind raced:
Oh, lord no! Hurry
up! Hurry up! this thing is going to topple.
As I exited this
hell... pew! I look to see what was happening. Trucks in the streets
were hardly moving, nested by revelers. This my friends is uniquely
Brooklyn. It was
jammed, sardines packed
jammed. Year after year I see this, every thing is practically
at a standstill, yet more revelers are jumping the barricades to join the fun,
Al-in-all this was a very good time. After a disappointing 2002 this grassroots
Caribbean parades was back. In full form.