A journalist observes life in the far north.
My town celebrates its roots with an annual festival lauding the 1902 Fairbanks Gold Rush. The celebration climaxes with a parade.
This year’s parade seemed a bit bland. The floats largely lacked imagination, there were too few political floats and the can-can girls looked exhausted and drawn. I blame the recession.
Even so, my mom always took me to parades when I was little. I marched in a few parades as a pom-pon girl in high school. I love them, and I plan to drag my kid to as many parades as possible.
Here’s a few highlights from the 2009 AT&T Golden Days Grande Parade. (Yes, by the way, we are a town of sellouts.)