Poopingham

'Hamsters try to get by calling it the "city of subdued excitement," but my dad always called Bellingham "the city without a soul." Things here tend to take off... then vaporize like a fart on the wind. And not a particularly stinky fart. And not with a particularly strong wind. That's how easy it is for things to dissipate. For example: The Blossomtime Parade. When I was little, that parade was amazing. Floats covered with flowers packed back to back. Throngs of people... it was beautiful! A true example of small-town togetherness and pride. Now... stupid cars drive down the street with upper middle class MILFs waving from the back of Cadillacs acquired along with their second marriages. Um... pass. This year, the parade committee couldn't even come up with a theme. We've had themes since the parade began in 1920. But in 2017 the committee looked at each other and said... "Gee... I'm stumped! What do we have besides rain, salmon, Mt. Ba...