I started the new year by achieving the childhood dream of seeing the Rose Parade. My early years were spent in New York. I never dreamed of attending the Macy's Parade. I could wear heavy coats and see snow and play with balloons right at home. My dream was the sunshine and flowers and warmth of the Rose Parade.
The Rose Parade was the only one I ever bothered watching on TV throughout my life, even though the announcers made me crazy and I'd shout at them to get out of my way so I could see the real parade.