Now that autumn is almost past, memories of the past months float through my mind. Destined to be remembered as the Coronavirus Summer, to me it will always be The Summer That Never Was. No band concerts in the park, no Iowa State Fair, no Dows Corn Days or Sauerkraut Days, no nothing. Filled with nostalgia for happier summers in my checkered life, I remember one in particular and smile.
It was the summer I was 6 when the neighborhood kids on 12th Avenue in South Minneapolis decided to have a parade. It was to take place at 11 o’clock on a muggy July morning and would follow a path down 12th and up the hill to 11th where it would make a right and proceed down 41st Street.