|19th Century carolers in the Market candy store earlier this evening.|
|My buddy, Frosty, and me.|
When the lever was pulled to light the huge tree, nothing happened. Embarrassed officials called in the cavalry and the problem was fixed post-haste, not without a smidge of embarrassment.
Margie and I went downtown this evening for Mill Mountain Theatre's fine production of "White Christmas," getting there a good bit early in anticipation of the Roanoke Christmas Parade, which we discovered isn't until next week.
|Dickens of a Christmas actors.|
I bought a good cup of coffee in the City Market building and upon exiting, discovered that there was a booth offering free coffee--and probably better coffee, since it was Quality Coffee, Roanoke's own brand. I also found my old buddy Frosty the Snowman outside, looking a little like three-day-old New York snow, rather than fresh Virginia snow. Might want to wash that costume, boys and girls.
In any case, it was a fun evening.
|Margie watching tree lighting from upstairs at Market Building.|