Opinion
Every once in a while you just got to burn some rubber, Karen
Yesterday afternoon at the Vicksburg Mall, a parade was held for the Burnside boy’s birthday.
The same thing was done last year; many people showed up to show love to the young family besieged with medical ailments over the past few years. Mom is fighting pancreatic cancer, and Dad has had setback after setback, including a nasty fall that had him on crutches and a cane for months.
Firetrucks and police led the parade, and many people brought gifts, cards, or money to help the Burnsides during their hardship. It is what Vicksburg and Warren County do best: We love our neighbors better than anywhere else in the South. It is something we can brag about.
After the firetrucks left and the last police car pulled off, one of those majestic muscle cars revved up a bit, and the Burnside boys’ eyes widened. Some of the rather large numbers of people gathered with their souped-up rides smiled at the boys’ smile, and the next thing you know, someone burned a little rubber. Then another.
The boys, their Mom, and especially their Dad were in heaven.
There is something about the sound of a revving engine and spinning tires that thrills your very soul. Five Burnside souls and one hundred or so witnesses of all ages, shapes, colors, and political affiliations shared a moment. Several moments actually, as car after car after truck after motorcycle put on a show for those boys.
Out of the hundreds of events that I’ve covered, this one will stand out as a moment when the people of Vicksburg were a little naughty for a really good reason. We made some good trouble.
Yes, it was not entirely safe. Yes, it was on private property; someone should have gotten permission first. Yes, yes, yes, and yes. You’re right on all those adult things.
But every once in a while it is better to ask forgiveness than permission. And you know what? Every once in a while you just have to burn a little rubber.
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Vicksburg Mall people – fyi, ,this is a GOLDEN PUBLIC RELATIONS moment.
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