My handbell choir rehearses once a week, and usually afterward, I ride the train with my standmate Dee. It’s nice to chat for the commute home because we don’t really talk during rehearsals. In fact, since we perform in a straight row and I’m in the middle, I rarely talk to the women on either end.
So it was nice to see Effie coming toward us on the El platform to share the ride with us. She doesn’t usually take the train, but this week was an exception. We talked about our Thanksgiving plans: The Boy and I hadn’t yet figured out what we were doing, Dee was headed off on the Amtrak to central Illinois, and Effie was going to a couple of Thanksgivings in the northwest suburbs.
Effie remarked that Dee might want to get to Union Station early because she’d have to work around the crowds coming downtown for the Thanksgiving Day parade. And after we talked logistics for a few seconds, Effie casually let it slip. “Yeah, I’m holding one of the balloons in the parade.”
Whoa. Wait. What??!! “You’re one of the balloon wranglers?!” I asked excitedly. “How’d you get that gig?”
“You gotta know a guy,” Effie replied calmly.
“And you know. A guy,” Dee and I said in unison.
“Yeah,” she replied. Then deftly changing the conversation from how she got to know a guy, she said, “I went to balloon school on Saturday.”
“BALLOON SCHOOL???” I cried.
Dee laughed at me. “Your face totally lit up when you said that. You’re excited about this, huh?”
Well, yeah. I mean, it’s the Thanksgiving Day Parade, and even though I usually sleep in on Thanksgiving and never remember the parade’s on TV, let alone actually go downtown to watch it in person, I do know that the balloons in these parades are pieces of Americana, and being a balloon wrangler is a coveted position that few people get to do. I think it might be easier to get a ticket to the Inauguration than it is to become a volunteer balloon wrangler. Heck, if I knew a guy, I’d definitely get up early on a holiday and wrangle a balloon.
Effie explained that at Balloon School, they learned the basics of handling a balloon. It took place down at the Museum of Science and Industry, where there’s plenty of room to maneuver a balloon, and they got to practice on Paddington Bear. It wasn’t all that difficult, except that they’ll have to get the balloon underneath the El tracks. Every balloon’s got a different owner, with a leader who knows all the intricacies of said balloon and can yell out directions.
I also learned that some balloons can spin–and by that, I mean that when there’s a lull in the action, the balloon wranglers will run around in a circle to make the balloon spin, which is pretty exciting for one of those massive balloons.
Needless to say, it was cool hearing about the parade, and I’ll make more of an effort to get up and watch it this year. Because I know a girl.