Brrrr!
The memories I have of the Thanksgiving Day Parade in Philadelphia is that every year it’s FREEZING! I usually work in the morning, so I’m out in the crowd, not far from the station vehicle so I can return after every live shot to warm up my hands.
Sometimes I see people who crack me up — like this guy:
I HAD to get a photo of one of the giant balloons, and the parade was almost over when my batteries died! Just as I was about to miss my photo op, some nice man handed me some batteries. Thank you, nice man!
By the end of the day, I was exhausted. Then it was off to the suburbs for some turkey with the family. Just to get even more tired. My refrigerator is now filled with leftovers.
