It lasts all day, a masquerade with banjos, feathers and sneakers
spray-painted gold. Sometimes raunchy, other times glamorous. Think
burlesque on the street, marchers strutting with a parasol in one
hand, a beer in the other.
The day belongs to electricians, longshoremen, plumbers and cops.
And the streets rumble under the heels and toes of grandfathers
and grandsons busting loose together.
Everyone has worked so hard and waited all year for this. One day
that is theirs. This is Philadelphia. Tradition. Competition. Celebration.
Welcome to
the Mummers Parade!
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