We don’t have enough of the alphabet to have a parade where I live.
Our city’s pride celebration consists of less than ten folk standing on the corner of our busiest interstection usually populated by panhandlers.
They are waving flags and a couple of placards asking folk to honk in support.
How do I know this?
Because our local commiecast NBC station gave them three minutes on the news at six and ten.
HORAY FOR WYOMING! Cowboy State!