I have to say that over the past five or so years, I have not been that excited about Pride or the parade that goes with it. But we did march a few years ago with Project Open Hand, and to have thousands of people clap for me for no reason at all, except that I was walking upright, was a pretty cool feeling. I guess I'm a sucker for recognition.
But this year, we decided to march with the Our Family/Colage contingents. We figured Ezra could use the applause and the connectedness.
Ezra started out on his scooter and soon learned to navigate around the tracks on Market Street. But he soon tired of that and just walked.
I think he found this boring until he realized that if he waved, people waved back. And if he combined the wave with a little scream and a wave of his sign (above), he was a kind of a hit with the crowds.
Our friends and 'allies' Viru and Plum met us for the march, and they were very convincing and supportive members of our family.
After a walk through the Mission and a good tapas meal, we headed to Bi-Rite Creamery.
He ate the whole thing. We were very proud. And nervous.