I was recently invited to be the Grand Marshall at a very touching and honorable event in Phoenix, the annual Veterans’ Day Parade. It is a long-standing tradition and has become the 5th largest parade of its kind. I was pleased to be able to join the celebration to honor our vets on that Veteran’s Day.
Please understand that I love my job. I love that all I have to do is open my mouth and sound like Bart, Nelson or Ralph, and I get huge laughs. I am not sure who enjoys it more: me or the listener. Regardless, for an hour-and-a-half, traveling at 3 m.p.h., I must have said, “Don’t have a cow-Eat my shorts-Aye Carumba-Cowabunga-and Whoooah Mama!” 500 times in the course of the parade. And you know what? It was a blast!
But more than that, it was quite humbling to be invited to sit on a float bearing my name with an amazing New Orleans all-brass jazz band backing me up and all for the cause of honoring the great men and women who have risked their lives for us.
It truly was a moving experience.