Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year
The skies are clear in our old stomping grounds of Southern California as the Tournament of Roses flows through Pasadena. We spent many New Years at the parade, all dressed in coats and warm mittens, always fearful that the rain might dampen the parade spirits, amazed at the elaborate workmanship of each float, being entertained for hours and hours. Later in the day, we'd watch the parade on television, revisiting the floats and the bands and the crowds.
It is not that way anywhere else. The evening before, thousands of people would take residence on the route, building fires, dancing, mixing with other people who might have travelled from another part of the world, all forming a special community of revelers to greet the new year. At the end, tired and dirty we returned home to veg-out for the rest of the day, too excited to do anything else.