Sixteen years ago, approximately today, my beloved and I were in a little borough called Manhattan at the crack of “sometime before the sun came up”. We were on our honeymoon and decided on a side trip to see the Thanksgiving parade. That was the year that New York City later enacted wind restrictions on balloons – the year a lamppost was knocked into a woman, putting her into a coma.
Butt cold and not something I have any inclination to do ever again, but we did it. We have a lot of photos (on APX film – that little flash in the pan) of half balloons that were torn and such. The only thing I remember was just “being there” with my new wife.
Later that afternoon, we enjoyed the Radio City Spectacular at Radio City Music Hall in Rockefeller Center – a surprise for my bride who had always wanted to see them.
But, mostly, we froze our butts off. Good times. Memories.