
clowns unleashed...

marching bands...

people freezing...

lots of people were out for the parade this morning. i was down there for a little bit, but it was too freaking cold... so i retreated to the mill for a latte.
'never again during the remainder of his journey to San Francisco would he equal or surpass this day's eighty-eight-mile effort. furthermore, never again on the trip would he encounter roads as fine as those he met in the Cornhusker state. riding through Wyoming and every state or territory thereafter, Nellis would long for the "excellent paths" of Nebraska.' - An American Cycling Odyssey, 1887
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I remember selling hot chocolate and hot dogs at the parade every year as a kid. It always seemed like the coldest day of the year.
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