It is a small world after all…
I haven’t been to a parade in years... until last Sunday. A friend asked if I would join her at the annual Balboa Island Parade in Newport Beach. She explained that another of our friends, a real estate agent, was going to set up a table, hand out balloons and net work for several hours before the parade began. We were to be her helpers...her minions, her hawkers. In other words, we were to work the crowd by manipulating the children. In lieu of payment, we were promised a great lunch afterward at the Newport Beach restaurant of our choice. Hmmmm? A friend in need and the lure of grazing at 3-Thirty-3 Waterfront or Bayside on a Sunday afternoon. How could I resist? I couldn’t. My only concession was that I wouldn’t drive and that I needed a mocha java from my favorite coffee house along the way. Sunday morning dawned beautifully. My friend picked me up early and we headed down Pacific Coast Highway toward Balboa. I looked forward to spending the afternoon with these friends. I kne