How wonderful. Thanks.

That was great! thanks. The work and imagination invested in the floats were amazing.

Kind of sad that those strong community groups are mostly gone now. Closing a community school has far-reaching consequences (I'm thinking of Arminda, for example).

Arminda is in East Knoxville, out Millertown Pike a ways.

I was 10 months old. Wonder if my parents took me?

One of my fondest memories of my husband's "fathering" will always be the year he videotaped our daughter, then age five, riding in the downtown Christmas parade with her dance troupe.

I had imagined when he packed the camera up for that outing that he would stand with me on the sidewalk to wait for her float to come by, but no.

He left me almost immediately and raced back to the beginning of the parade route. He then loped alongside her float up one street and down the other, through the entire parade route, filming all the while and calling out "Look at Daddy, look at Daddy" in an increasingly breathless, raspy voice heard on the audio track!

The resulting record is a slightly comical, imminently wonderful testimonial to a father's love!

(Equally charming was the tape of his and our daughter's first tango with a backyard Slip and Slide water toy. She had some difficulty mastering that dive-onto-the-belly-and-slide move, instead flopping onto the end of the track and lying there motionless. Daddy demonstrated and demonstrated, until the camera captured the blood running from his mangled kneecaps, down his shins! Priceless!)