I'm cold, wet, tired, and feeling no pain. That parade was just amazing. The chill, the rain, the police moving us back, then letting us forward, the crush of the crowd, all of it, was totally worth the sheer joy of screaming for my boys as they went past. And I was this close to Mark Bellhorn! We made a connection. He is totally waving at me in that photo. Maybe because I was the crazy lady in the front row screaming, "BELLHORN! BELLHORN!" Regardless. There was a connection, people.
I'll try and post more photos soon.