A bit of biography:
Me in 1968. Guess where?
You'd think someone would have taken a picture of the parade, wouldn't you? But I guess my dad had his hands full.
"The happiest place on earth"? Well--most of the time. Dig those crazy shoes! This same year(we lived up in Orinda, near San Francisco, at the time)we took another tourist sourjourn--to the Haight-Ashbury district of S.F., "the Haight". Yes, to see hippies, yippies and Deadheads. I can remember that better than this parade.