MENDOCINO, 7/4/24 — One person was arrested and one man was injured during a packed Mendocino 4th of July parade. Crowds stayed all day for music, vendors in Rotary Park and for the Flynn Creek Circus, which performed right after the parade ended, about three blocks from the parade route. There is no official estimate for parade attendees, but every street was full, cars were parked out along State Route 1, and it would be hard to imagine how any more people could fit into the town.
Mendocino artist Larry Fuente made a posthumous appearance at the parade he graced so many times, with his ashes riding with family and friends in “Mad Cad,” his 1960 art Cadillac. Fuentes died late last month. Mad Cad and the late Fuente won the prize as the most popular entry.

The parade was not as wacky as past parades, but it contained political floats from across the spectrum. The first was a vehicle boosting the election of Donald Trump as president. There were boos but also cheers for Trump and his supporters along the route in a town considered deeply blue. There were no Biden floats or signs, but one man with a walker marched down the route with a “Gavin Newsom for President” sign. By far the biggest support for any candidate was an ornate float for Robert Kennedy Jr., which had two dozen people performing elaborate dances. Kennedy’s float was the only candidate float last year, and this float was even bigger. The biggest political marching group was a large “Free Palestine” contingent, with more than 50 marchers.


Tom Yates and Vicky Watts, who own radio station KOZT, served as MCs. The two have been announcing and float judging for more than two decades. “We are all about community and want to do this,” said Yates. He said he enjoys how people from different perspectives and viewpoints can still have fun together. Yates likes how “deadly serious” parade participants can mix with off-the -wall participants, rebels and a few with as much “FU as you could ever want.”
Yates remembered the rebel spirit that Larry Fuente brought, citing his antiwar floats for two different presidents festooned with “Lick Bush” signs. Once, a nude woman climbed up on the float, stirring quite a brouhaha. “This parade is an entity all to itself. You just can’t predict it,” Yates said.

Some were disappointed that their favorite floats didn’t take to the streets, such as the mama bear and her string of teddy bears on bikes.

A 52-year-old Fort Bragg man was arrested on a misdemeanor charge of disorderly conduct while under the influence of alcohol, according to the Mendocino County Jail booking log. The arrest came after a public fracas with sheriff’s deputies. No further information was immediately available.

A man who was trying to approach a friend riding in the vehicle pulling Mad Cad stepped into the moving trailer and fell to the ground, suffering head and shoulder injuries. A doctor from Adventist Health Mendocino Coast and two nurses, as well as paramedics, were on scene immediately. The float stopped and then was asked to move on while the man was treated. No further information was available.



The temperatures topped out at 72 degrees at the parade in Mendocino, with the mercury approaching 80 on Wednesday and triple digits inland.


How was your Fourth of July? Did you march in the Charade, watch it, judge it, go to the headlands, get stuck in traffic, eat things you knew weren’t good for you? Or did you stay home and hide under the bed?
I sequestered myself in my study. I hung a suet cake on the porch and watched the Steller’s jays duke it out with the acorn woodies. I sang a Bulgarian song with my canary Blondel.
Then I sat down at my desk and rhymed out my feeeeeelings
The Mendo Blues Again
Wyrds: Fatguru Baba Ghanoush
Tune: Bob Dylan, Stuck Outside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again
Oh, the flagman waves in circles
Up and down the road
I’d ask him what the matter was
But I know that he’d explode
And the hardhats treat me kindly
And offer me a grape (alternatively: And I offer them a grape)
But here inside my Honda
I know I can’t escape
Oy, Caltrans, can this really be the end?
To be stuck here on this highway
With the Mendo Blues again
Now my main man gave me two cures
And he said, sit right here
One was Humboldt medicine
The other was just home-brewed beer
And like a schmuck I chugged them
And it muggled up my brain
And now Fort Bragg just gets uglier
And I have no sense of pain
Oy, Caltrans, can this really be the end?
Do you think the drivers sitting here
Have endless time to spend?
Taylor Swift, she’s in the alley
With her high-heeled shoes and her bell
Singing with some Caspar crone
Who says she knows me well
And I would send a message
And tell her, “Get thee hence,”
But the Post Office is raising
First class mail now by 5 cents
Oy, Caltrans, is this really how it ends
To be stuck here on this highway
And I can’t find my Depends
Rhoda said come see her
She was swimming in the bay
Taking selfies with the gray whales
Till the whales all swam away
And I say, “Aw, come on now
You know about my friend the seal
And she says, “Your silkie just knows what you want
But I know what you feel”
Grandma died last week
And I bet she’d be pissed
If she had any inkling of
How little she’d be missed
But me, I expected it to happen
Since she’s been plagued by trolls
She threw her phone down Main Street
And shot it full of holes
Oy, Caltrans, am I going round the bend?
I’m stuck here on this highway
With the Mendo blues again.
Thanks Holly, what fun it is to have you post this. Greatly appreciated. Will you sing it? Terrific to hear this from you
Hullo Frank!
I really liked your columns on Mendocino’s ’23 and ‘24 Fourth of July Parades, the Jackson Forest logging protests, the colonization of Mendocino, pelicans, and the health of the ocean.
I used to sing Sunday mornings at the Didjeridoo Dreamtime Inn, and I presented seasonal concerts at Orr Hot Springs. When Covid put an end to that, I gathered up all the songs I’d written and put them on my blog.
https://hollyblog2.wordpress.com/
They can be read as poems or recited as plays, so I decided they were sploems.
Much of my sploetry is set in Mendocino: Ukelele Persyn, Brownies for Breakfast, Goin’ Native. Other sploems address wider concerns: I’m Not A Boy, Sometimes An Eggplant, Rearranging Deck Chairs, All I Ever Do Is Clean, Somebody’s Wrong on the Net.
I’ll keep writing sploems, and I hope you’ll keep writing your columns.
Sploetically,
Holly