The Naked People.

Once again, Faedon and I went down to the Solstice Parade in Fremont. We walked down about an hour early and had a burger and a shake -- Faedon's new go-to lunch choice. Then, with him on my shoulders (trying to grab any and everyone's hat that went by), we watched the first 20 minutes of the parade; The Ride of The Naked People. And that's about all he could take. We missed the elaborate floats. The clowns throwing candy to the kids. The political statements pushed to the absurd. "Daddy, I wanna go home," was all I needed to hear. Now, everytime we pass that streetcorner, we hear, "That's where I saw the Naked People," from the backseat.