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.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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