This was my first, and quite possibly my last, Chinese New Year Parade in Chinatown. The corner of Mott and Bayard was a prime viewing spot, but there was a bit too much pre-parade aggression for my taste. Fear that you'll be trampled by a violent mob is not my idea of a super fun time. It's strange how these types of celebrations often bring out the worst in people. Something similar happened at the tree lighting ceremony at Rockefeller Center over Christmas. Yet another event I'll never attend again. At least I got to cross one more thing off of my bucket list- the dragon dance rocked!
And now for a film that I probably would never have seen, and seen repeatedly, had it not been for having an older brother (an older brother who mischievously enjoyed torturing me with his Bruce Lee moves)- Robert Clouse's 1973 film, Enter the Dragon:
"China all the way to New York/ I can feel the distance getting close/ You're right next to me/ But I need an airplane/ I can feel the distance as you breathe/ Sometimes I think you want me to touch you/ How can I when you build the great wall around you/ In your eyes I saw a future together/ You just look away in the distance" --Tori Amos, China
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