The Saints victory parade was scheduled for win or lose, rain or shine. I even bought an umbrella (I moved here from a city where it rains 34 days a year and we just stayed in those days) and layered my clothes against the freezing temperature and worse wind chill. Mercifully, it didn’t rain.
My new friend, Heidi, and I had plans to meet but they were ever-changing as she was battling traffic for over an hour. As usual, I walked toward town, but this time I was FAR from alone. It seemed as if everyone were answering a clarion call, spilling out of their houses pulling wagons full of children, coolers full of beer and the occasional ladder-with-a-seat-on-top-with-wheels-for-dragging (sometimes with a cooler inside the seat). I met a nice man who worked at the Double Tree hotel downtown and we walked halfway together, chatting. People were parked on sidewalks, in medians, everywhere. It seemed the whole city was showing up. Continue reading