When I was much younger and lived in Southern California, I would often go to the Rose Bowl Parade in Pasadena. The floats were covered with flowers, giving off a fantastic aroma. Majestic horse teams demonstrated their glory in fancy coverings and precision marches. The tradition called for the bands of the teams participating inContinue reading “Grand Parade”
Thoughts on life and faith after unexpected life changes at an advanced age
Reluctant Retiree 