On Sunday night, I received an invitation to see the Rose Parade. From the front row. For free. As a parent of a three-year-old little girl and disciple of Huell Howser, how could I say no? So on Monday morning Wendy and I woke up at six, dragged Eloise out of bed, and drove as close to my friend Lawrence’s place as possible. We hiked over in time for some hot coffee and homemade scones before walking out to folding chairs on the divider of Sierra Madre.
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