About the Book
Every year in April, for the past seventy-three years, throngs of inevitably sunburned citizens pack the sidewalks along First and Second Streets North. They and the parade participants (decked out in costumes ranging from traditional to seeing-is-believing) display explosive joie de vivre as float wheels begin to roll. Patriotism, pride, joy, silliness, and the surreal—there’s something for all ages and mindsets. Except beer.