Jayhawks on Parade

We had a little parade in Lawrence today. It consisted of a police car, a fire truck, some of the band, some of the cheerleaders, and a few convertibles carrying the chancellor, the basketball coach, and the basketball team. Nothing visually spectacular, but I have never seen so many people crammed into downtown. The parade ran from 7th Street to 19th Street. Originally, it was just going to 11th Street, but they decided there’d be too many people to cram into five blocks. I think they were wrong. There were too many to cram into 12 blocks! It took about five minutes for the parade to pass by us; it took about an hour to get out of downtown. I think the entire population of Lawrence was there!

I uploaded pictures Becky took at the stadium on Tuesday after the game, plus pictures from today’s parade, to HarpShot’s Photos at Flickr. I also uploaded a video to HarpShot’s Videos at Google. Unfortunately, when Becky got to the stadium Tuesday, it was so full she ended up in the nosebleed section and, in any event, it’s hard for her to see over people’s heads. At the parade, it was hard to see much if you weren’t standing in front of the throng, which we weren’t. Nevertheless, it was all fun! I should mention that the Lawrence Journal-World’s parade photo gallery is much better than mine. There’s also this YouTube Video (among others) of downtown Lawrence after the game.

A Little Justice Made My Day

Pulled into the parking garage by the office today figuring to park in one of my usual spots. Got there and found a VW parked smack on top of the line, taking out both my favorite spaces. So I parked down the line and planned to get on the YouParkLikeAnAsshole website soon as I got to the office, and and print out one of their YouParkLikeAnAsshole tickets. But, when I got out of the car, I noticed the meter maid marking tires. Thought I’d ask her if it was actually a ticketable offense to park like that. Well, I caught up to her right at the VW. She asked if it was my car. I told her, “no way” and asked if she was going to give it a ticket. “A $40 ticket”, she answered. “Cool,” I said, “I hate when people park like that.” She said, “Me, too.” I skipped the YouParkLikeAnAsshole ticket. The real thing was much more satisfying. Later, I realized I should’ve used my phone to get a picture for the YouParkLikeAnAsshole website; but, when I when back, it was gone.