roccoschili Chapter 498 Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade
Chapter 498 Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade
new York.
A ray of morning light pierced the darkness shrouding the city.
Manhattan.
Countless people walked out of their homes, gathered their friends and families on this beautiful Thanksgiving morning and headed to Sixth Avenue in the center of Manhattan to participate in the annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade~
. . .
In 1902, Macy's flagship store moved to the junction of No. 30 Fourth Street, Broadway Street and Seventh Avenue in midtown Manhattan, New York, and remains there today. Macy's has become a gathering place for New Yorkers and tourists. place.
In 1926, employees of Macy’s Department Store held the first Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York history.
They dressed up as clowns, cowboys, knights, etc. and walked from 145th Street in Manhattan to 34th Street where Macy’s headquarters is located.
Macy's has become a gathering place for New Yorkers and tourists.
(Also: Issy Strauss, one of the founders of Macy’s department store, and his wife Ada, unfortunately encountered a shipwreck and died while aboard the Titanic.)
(It is said that this wealthy couple, when faced with life and death, calmly gave up the chance of life to a younger person. The couple supported each other and staggered to the wicker chairs on the deck to sit down. Next, quietly waiting for the last moment of life~)
. . .
34th Street.
As soon as David and his family got out of the car in the morning light, they noticed the pedestrians on the street. Like moths finding the light source, they quickly rushed to the Macy's Department Store headquarters on Sixth Avenue.
Old David smiled and grabbed his wife Sera and said to the children.
"Let's go quickly~ buy some coffee and breakfast on the way!"
“Go there early to get a seat so you can see the most exciting parade show~”
"it is good!"
David held Susan, and Black Mike took care of the two sisters Salonia and Loisa one by one.
The family followed the large crowd of people on the street and walked towards Sixth Avenue.
. . .
At the intersection of 34th Street and Sixth Avenue.
David pulled Susan and Loisa beside him tightly, stood on tiptoes and looked forward hard for a long time, but he didn't see a familiar figure.
He turned around and looked around, and found a trash can that was very suitable as a "stepping stone" ~
"Mom, Dad, Susan, come with me, go over there!"
"..ok~"
The family followed David and slowly crowded to the side of the trash can.
Black Mike smiled and helped David stand up, holding his legs so that he could stand better.
David climbed up and looked far away, and he quickly found the front row of the crowd. There were several very familiar figures working together to occupy a few free seats.
David put his hands in front of his mouth and shouted, "Mengo!"
"Hey~ Mengo!"
"We are here~"
"..What?"
"There are too many people~We...can't squeeze through~"
"what?"
"Are they over there?"
"Okay~ We'll be there soon!"
. . .
David jumped down from the trash can with a smile, pointed in one direction excitedly and said.
"One-eyed Andres and the others are over there!"
"Let's go over first and squeeze in behind them~"
"I'll take the lead~Black Mike, you take good care of the sisters at the end~"
. . .
Two 10 minutes later.
David's family, with the help of the soldiers led by One-Eyed Andres, finally squeezed out a passage from the crowd, and closed the Wildfire Bar in advance and came to occupy the best position with the steel-toothed dog door. Ge, little Zach, Old Red and others "successfully" reunited~
The little Zach "transformed" a dozen small folding chairs out of nowhere.
David gave him a thumbs up, distributed chairs to everyone, and asked everyone to sit down in the front row next to the separation fence~
The youngest, Loisa, and her sister, Salonia, were sandwiched between Susan and the dimpled Martha, sitting in the front row.
The little guy was very excited and lay on the fence, looking left and right, and asked curiously.
"When can we start?"
"I can't wait any longer!"
"Hahaha~"
"The parade won't officially start until we arrive at the hotel ~ there are still nearly two hours!"
"It will take that long!?"
"Are...are we all going to wait here forever?"
The little Zach standing behind a few people, Ozawa explained: "Every year when everyone watches the broadcast on TV, there will be a lot of commercial breaks~"
"But when we were there, we only had the end of the parade in front of us. There have been various performances since before the parade started~"
He turned to look at the people around him, took a balloon from an audience member's hand, handed it to little Loisa, and continued.
"Around eight o'clock, Macy's employees will organize a series of performances here."
"They won't give up this venue to the parade until the big parade performs all the way from the west side of Central Park~"
"Look!"
"Preparations are being made over there...a few clowns and a group of stage actors who have changed their costumes~"
"They should be the first group of patrolmen who will give us a wonderful performance later!"
Everyone looked in the direction pointed by the little Zach~
David put his arm around Sierra's mother and turned to Black Mike and asked.
"What about you? Have you never been to the scene once?"
"...No~ What about you? Haven't you visited with Ruby?"
"Hehe~"
"I've never been to the scene either~"
“Every year during the holidays, it’s the most profitable time for bars~”
"Ruby called me once, but I didn't come~"
"So, I participated in the grand parades in the past few years in my dreams..."
"Hahaha~"
"There was a fart parade in my dream~"
David curled his lips indifferently and said with a smile: "As long as you dare to imagine, you can have anything in your dreams~"
"Hahaha~ Get out of here!"
----
The rising sun in the east rises slowly~
Manhattan.
74th Street on the west side of Central Park is the starting point of the parade.
Auston, the head of the street auxiliary police, held a cup of hot coffee in his hand, walked to an open area isolated by a fence, and looked at the large group of New York Police Department executives in police uniforms in the distance. past.
An auxiliary policeman who was originally a peripheral member of the Sidrich family quickly walked to Auston's side and reported.
"The news just came from our dedicated radio channel with the security company~"
"The flow of people coming out of various subway stations is still increasing~"
"Some people estimate that the total number of people coming to Manhattan to participate in the parade today may exceed 200 million~"
"200 million!?"
"fxxx!"
"Last year, there weren't so many, right?"
"Where did all these idle people come from?"
The auxiliary policeman shrugged and said with a smile: "This is just a joke on the radio. The real number may not be that many..."
Auston took a sip of coffee, looked around at the crowded audience, shook his head and said.
"You go to the radio station and inform everyone~ We don't care what others are going to do today."
"We must ensure the safety of our own people!"
"Those pickpockets who dare to show up today, please don't say anything when you see them, write them all down!"
"Wait until tomorrow, and we'll go find them to settle the score!"
"Hahaha~ok~!"
. . .
Auxiliary police officer, let's go.
Auston moved his steps, walked to his "number one general" Far Pochvino, and whispered.
"Did you see Matthews Denipero over there?"
"I will find a chance to tell him later that I will go to the bar on 33rd Street tomorrow night. Someone will be waiting for him there!"
Bocchivino blinked a few times: "The bar on 33rd Street?"
"I just want you to bring me a sentence, don't ask so many questions! Okay?"
"...Okay, boss!"
"Hmm~"
. . .
Auston looked at Far Pocchivino, walked around in a wide circle, walked to Matthews, who was wearing a police uniform, and whispered a few words.
A few days ago, Matthews, who returned to his hometown of Maine to take care of his sick father, looked at Auston in surprise, thought for a while, and nodded slightly.
Auston didn't care at all about the looks some people were looking at him. He raised the coffee cup in his hand and gestured to Matthews from a distance.
Emm. .
After the voting day for the mayoral election, no matter whether these New York Police Department officials are willing or not~
The new high-ranking police officer, the black Superintendent Alston, would visit them one by one.
----
34th Street.
In front of Macy's department store.
It was just a quarter past eight.
After the audience watched a wonderful performance by Broadway musical actors.
A large group of young men from Macy's Department Store who had been prepared lined up neatly in front of the department store door, facing all the audience. Following the accompanying music, Goldman Sachs sang a cheerful holiday song Song~
Little Loisa stared at the group of young men with bright eyes and asked her sister Salonia beside her.
"They sang so beautifully~"
"How do you like it?"
"Hmm~"
"Then...which one of them do you like more?"
Salonia pursed her lips, glanced quickly across her sister's naughty face, and shook her head.
"Oh~"
"Don't you have a type you like?"
"..."
"Hahaha~"
"Sister Susan!"
"It seems that my sister will not be able to get married!"
Susan smiled and patted little Loisa: "Stop talking nonsense and watch the show~"
"Hehe~"
. . .
Old David and Sierra, who were sitting behind them, looked at each other and remained silent in a tacit agreement.
Old Rhett looked at the group of young men who were about to leave after singing a song, and asked Mengo, the steel-toothed dog beside him.
"Have you ever seen a parade show here?"
"What else is there in the back?"
"I've never been here, so I don't know~"
"you.."
"Okay~"
. . .
Just when the audience felt a little bored, a large group of cheerleaders wearing yellow and white dresses and short skirts lined up and ran into the audience's sight.
David hugged Black Mike and sighed in surprise: "So many...little girls~"
"Hahahaha~"
"They perform every year~ Don't you watch the reruns on TV?"
"Where do I have time to read this?"
"Hehe~"
. . .
Just when the two were "quarreling".
A piece of dynamic music sounded, and the cheerleaders lined up, holding two fluffy colored balls in their hands, following the rhythm of the music, starting from standing still, and constantly changing the overall formation.
After a dizzying cross-over move.
A neat row of cheerleaders, wearing white short skirts, stood in front of the audience at close range. They spread their arms and put them on the teammates around them. They stood still and kicked their feet high in a neat manner. got up.
David, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but his eyes widened as he watched the cheerleading girls all around him, performing the most classic "lap dance" in Las Vegas in unison.
Every time these young and beautiful girls perform a high kick, David will gasp in admiration~
"Wow~"
"Wow~oh~ok, okay!"
"Oh~!~Great!"
Black Mike nudged David with his shoulder and whispered with disgust: "You didn't even care about the lap dance?"
"Can you not be embarrassed?"
"Hahaha~"
"Can these girls be the same as those professional actors or professional dancers on TV?"
"That youthful vitality, the feeling that hits your face~"
"Don't you feel anything?"
"...Haha~" Black Mike shrugged his nose and curled his lips and sneered twice.
. . .
On the other side, the little Zach approached the steel-toothed dog Menge and asked in a low voice.
"Hey~ Among these girls, who do you like?"
"...fxxxyou!" Menge raised his middle finger to him~
The little Zach smiled nonchalantly, turned to Old Rhett and asked, "How are these girls dancing?"
"Haha~" Old Rhett glanced at him sideways and smiled with satisfaction.
One-eyed Andres, who was sitting behind him, grabbed the collar of the back of his neck with a teasing look on his face, pulled him back with force, and smiled.
"You...want to change your career to a broker?"
The little Zach twisted his neck a few times with a smile, and whispered: "I've been watching... Don't worry~ The target has been locked!"
"Lock it up!"
"Just watch the show honestly!"
"...Hey~"
"Hahahaha~"
. . .
It was just past 10:[-] minutes.
The leading float team of the grand parade arrived in front of Macy’s Department Store on 34th Street.
Everyone looked at a car slowly approaching from a distance. .The swan floats all showed their applause and cheers~
after that.
The various phalanx teams of this parade arrived at the terminal of this parade one after another.
When they pass in front of Macy's Department Store, they will change their formations and give the audience the most exciting large-scale collective performance in years.
Afterwards, the team that finished the performance turned from Sixth Avenue onto the west side of 34th Street and continued forward until they reached Seventh Avenue before slowly dispersing.
. . .
David and others, after watching the previous float performances, various large-scale festival balloons flying, and many folk-style performance teams, ushered in the largest parade square today.
Scottish Orchestra!
I saw a large group of neatly arranged orchestra members, wearing traditional Scottish checkered skirts and boots, playing very Scottish-style music~
Following the band, a group of girls in traditional Scottish kilts trotted to the front row, cheering to the rhythm of the band. . "Pinch waist dance"~
. . .
David rubbed his chin with his hand and looked at the girls dancing not far away. He couldn't help but feel a very familiar feeling, which quickly passed before his eyes~
familiar?
Emm. .
David tilted his head and looked at the "Strange Snake" float slowly approaching from behind, trying hard to find the feeling just now in his mind~
----
Manhattan, 59th Street.
At an intersection near the parade route, the sales point of the Blind Box Company was already crowded with people coming to join in the fun.
One of the directors of the blind box company, Agger MacFarlane, was sweating profusely as he directed the staff to sell~
In the distance, across the street.
Sharkhead, a subordinate of Jersey City gang boss Junior, stood on the car door, exhaling a puff of smoke from his mouth and smiling at a guy next to him.
"These idiots really think..."
"Hey~"
"Watch your mouth! Don't talk nonsense~"
"fxxx!"
"You know what I'm going to say?"
"Hehe~"
"What can you say but sour nonsense?"
"..."
Shark Head is speechless~
He looked at the fiery sales scene in the distance and couldn't help but think of Junior's sour sigh again.
"Do you want to make money with your brain?"
Sharkhead muttered this sentence in a voice that only he could hear~
----
The Bronx is located north of Manhattan in the heart of New York City.
It is the middle part connecting the Manhattan Peninsula and the continental shelf, and should have been the most prosperous area~
However, since the overall urban planning of New York State decades ago, and a large number of factories moved out of the Bronx more than ten years ago, many middle-class people who originally lived here have also moved away. .
Therefore, the current Bronx has become a slum for the poorest people and a playground for gangs~
. . .
Bronx Zoo.
Several black brothers in jackets followed a young black man in a straight suit to the monkey exhibition area in the zoo and whispered.
“In 1904, an American named Weiner brought back five Pygmies from the tropical forests of central Africa, and used their fangs as a gimmick to fight at an exhibition in St. Louis. The advertisement for "African Cannibals" attracted countless people to visit these legendary "horror creatures"~"
"Later, Weiner took one of the Pygmies, Miga, to the Bronx Zoo."
"At the beginning, William Hornaday, the director of the Bronx Zoo, wanted Benga to be a keeper, helping to feed the animals and clean the zoo at the same time."
"But when the short Benga appeared, tourists paid much more attention to him than to the animals in the cage."
“So Hornaday decided to create an exhibition dedicated to Benga.”
"In September 1906, Benga was arranged to live in the "Monkey House" with a chimpanzee named Dohong."
"There is an explanation board outside the monkey house. The instruction board reads: African dwarf: Ota Benga; age 23; height 1 meters; weight 47 kilograms."
"For more than 20 days, Benga was like a monkey in a zoo, kept in a room for tourists to watch and even tease."
"Later, an African-American pastor named James Gordon saw Benga at the zoo. Subsequently, strong protests broke out across the United States."
"In late 1906, the zoo was under pressure to release Benga."
"After Benga was released, Gordon moved him to a black orphanage in Brooklyn."
"After that, Benga began his wandering life, bouncing between orphanages, foster homes, and jobs. He was discriminated against and ridiculed because of his dark skin and short stature."
"Suffering discrimination, Benga wanted to return to his hometown, but when World War I broke out in 1914, his hopes of returning home were dashed."
"The frustrated Benga ended his life with a borrowed pistol in 1916~"
. . .
The young black man in a neat suit stood in front of the former "Monkey House", looked at several gang leaders hanging out in Hamlin, and smiled sarcastically.
"The Benga of the past is just like you are now!"
"The Monkey House used to be where Hamlin is now~"
"Anyone can enter the Hamlin area, occupy a piece of territory arbitrarily, and tease you like monkeys~"
"Even the Peruvians see you as chimpanzees who only know how to talk."
"How can you have the confidence to negotiate terms with me?"
"Hehe~"
The young black man's eyes swept across the faces of several people with contempt, and sneered: "You don't even have the courage to refute me?"
"fxxxyou!"
"What you said is easy~ Los Angeles and New York are completely different!"
"Oh?"
The young black man raised his right hand, waved it slightly twice, and said with a smile: "It's different, isn't it?"
"Hahahaha~"
"I can prove it to you!"
"I am Lady Bumgarner! Wherever I go, I will be..."
. . .
Twenty minutes later.
Lady Bumgarner, in a suit and tie, got into a car on the street.
The car slowly drove towards Manhattan~
The several black brothers standing on the street looked at each other for a while, kept silent in a tacit understanding, turned around and left~
However, they all know it in their hearts.
This black boy named Lady Bumgarner and his men are not a bunch of talkative guys.
Maybe, after a while, many people in New York will have a heartfelt feeling for this group of black boys from California. .fear!