You'd think I'd be a big fan of this kind of endeavor, but somehow it doesn't reach me. Now if there were random spontaneous Doo-Dah Parades bursting out from time to time, that would be pretty cool. Or like one-man Doo-Dah Parades within an office, on a whim, that would fit the bill. But nonsense co-opted isn't proper nonsense somehow. The best thing about this year's parade was the wind. It carried numerous oddball hats into unrelated contingents, and you'd often see a bald-headed clown frantically fighting his way through a Dixieland band trying to get to his orange wig before it was run over by the street-cleaning brigade. Good times.