Guess what the family did Sunday? If you said, "Attended the Gay Pride parade," you'd be right, and what a good guesser you'd be. This year's theme was "Come As You Are", which I particularly loved. There were at least three floats poking fun at the state's polygamy connection via HBO's "Big Love" and there were also a surprisingly many polititians marching along with all the trannies, queens, bears, and dykes. When the front of the parade began with the SLCPD followed by the Dykes on Bikes, I actually cried. Parades always make my cry. It's all the humanity getting together and creating something--it's sentimental, perhaps, but it makes me tear up, and Pride Day does it most of all. Interestingly, Salt Lake City has one of the biggest (and most family-friendly) Pride Day celebrations in the country. It's a combination of the high percentage of queers per capita combined with the local *ahem* culture, such as it is. My gay friends in more liberal cities say that it doesn't matter much where they live because everyone, including their local gub'ments, have accepted them as a part of society, so there's not much to bang on about. On the other hand, they miss out on a fabulous annual parade. And what we all need is more parades. That's my philosophy.