The Lord Mayor, the Celtic hooligan and our buddy Jeffrey the Viking Rigdon (wh0 my granddaughter fell in love with) pull Pearl onto the stage. The rick-shaw was heavy.^
My dear pal Pearl Fu, the Princess of Roanoke, was deeply within her element today as thousands of people showed up in Elmwood Park to help her celebrate her baby as it enters its third decade: the 20th anniversary of Local Colors. This event, in my opinion, is the premier festival in Roanoke, one that has not given over its soul to the gods of profit (as have Festival in the Park, the Strawberry Festival and the Chili Festival, its chief rivals.)
This one is about the complete and unencumbered celebration of our many and varied heritages, something the xenophobes in Arizona would likely boycott. There was little but full-tilt celebration today in Roanoke, though, following Pearl's enlightened and enlightening lead.
Pearl, as has been said so many times (but never enough), outshines Roanoke's star and I was tickled when she put her arm around my granddaughter and taught her to say xiexie (shi-shi) with folded hands and bowed head. Thank you, too, Pearlie Mae.