In their words: The acorn balloon in this year's Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
In a word, I am ashamed.
The crunch under-toe. The thunk on a parked car roof. The snap of a curious dog’s teeth. These are the sounds I was meant to create. Yet here I find myself, suspended in the air, inciting the awed cheers and jeers of a crowd of thousands with my grotesque existence. I ask, ove…