It had been quite a while since I’d attended a parade, but then I had a kid. A kid who likes big trucks and candy. So, a couple of Fourth of Julys ago, we searched for a parade, and the online parenting blogs suggested the one in Cloquet. We arrived early, but not early enough to beat the locals who’d staked out the best spots in the shade and near the bathrooms. Still, folks shifted a few inches to the left and to the right to make enough room …