You never know. Yesterday, when this picture was made, the temperature at parade time was in the low 80s. It was hot. It was humid. Rain was starting to fall. It appeared that summer arrived and skipped right over most of spring. So, those of us involved in the second line sort of felt like we were playing by summer rules. Umbrellas. Water. Big hats.
I suppose it didn’t help that there is major construction — streetcar tracks are being laid to replace the ones torn up in the early 1960s — on Rampart. So, most of the paraders didn’t know exactly where it was going to start. So we milled around. First we started in one direction. Then, another direction. Finally, it was sorted out. That added to the general misery of the early warmth. This young guy figured out a solution. He sipped on his Ozark water. From Texas.
Today. Oh, the temperature is in the mid-60s with a coolish breeze. Big clouds.
Timing. It’s always timing.