Traditions

One good thing about working downtown these days, even if there are scads of holiday shoppers and strange decorations, is the Westlake carousel that gets set up every year. Since I adore merry-go-rounds I had to go ... and I persuaded several equally silly co-workers to join me. It was a bit early in the day so the juvenile contingent was down to two on our ride, but they had a blast. One little girl made sure to call out "Merry Christmas!" to everyone she saw. Another had been brought by her rather punked-out mother (featuring multiple and esoteric piercings, heavy metal chains, and a hairstyle that looked remarkably like a neon-red strip of fur on an otherwise bald head.) Sometimes it is curious the commonalities that bring such different people to the same place. And you know? We all had a good time.