In the section of the country where we live, February and March are always cold and slushy months. So come April, nothing dampens my ardor for the coming of spring. I’m ready for it! Part of the reason I am ready for it is the fact that warm weather means the return of parades, and as the song says it, "I love a parade!" A community in which we lived some years back boasted the first Bicentennial parade in the nation, and well do I remember a family’s invitation to share that event with them from the bluff upon which their home sat. For over two hours we watched that multi-divisional parade. Howling fire trucks, snappy bands, balloons, popcorn, marches - they all were there. Then, too, I remember watching another parade - an invitational parade - that was sponsored by a Volunteer Fire Depa…