This past weekend I met up with about a million of my closest Carribean friends for the West Indian American Day parade two blocks away on Eastern Parkway. I wrote about the same event five years ago. By the energy of the crowd, however, it was hard to tell any time had passed at all. If you don’t mind distorted grumbling sounds, you might enjoy a short video of the event captured on the ol’ digital camera.
I was actually having a picnic in Prospect Park when this was going on. It inspired some of my embarassing dancing. You were very nearby and I had no idea. Booklyn is a strange place. Hope you are well. -g