Nathan Hansen's column: Learning to appreciate comfortable shoes
The first parade in which I was an active participant, so far as I can remember, was the Afton Fourth of July parade.
This was years ago. My mother and step-father held a party each year, and somewhere along the line it became tradition to name one of the partygoers Miss Lake Kilgore, an honor that shared its name with the trout- and weed-filled pond in our front yard.
It was quite prestigious.