Two years ago today, I was scheduled for an afternoon flight from Boston to my home in Richmond, VA. I had been at UUA headquarters for meetings all week, and I was anxious to get home. I regretted that I hadn’t scheduled a late Friday evening flight after I finished my work. But now there was nothing I could do but wait.
While I waited, I pulled out the Boston Phoenix newspaper, to see what was happening around town. Much to my delight, I discovered it was Boston Pride weekend. I could go to the Pride parade on Saturday morning and still make my flight. I love photographing parades. I love all the colors and smiles, the marching bands, and the glad-handing politicians. As a lesbian, I especially love Pride parades.