I love New York's love of parades. I still love, one year in, that in a city as compact and congested as Manhattan, there are parades for every single holiday. Streets are cleared, staging areas blocked off, police stationed, and people march and sing and spectators applaud and cheer and there is so much happiness for an afternoon. For every. single. holiday. Including Columbus Day which was yesterday and which brought out Italian pride in full-force - green, white and red flags as far as the eye could see, celebrating the man who so many years ago "walked into someones house and told them he lived there now" as the joke goes. Despite this particular holidays less-than-stellar origins, I do love that New York takes any excuse to celebrate most everything, and yesterday's parade was no exception.