We got there early to see
the Taz arrive. The line into the park was LONG... and slow!
We took notice -
as we sat stopped in traffic - of the man sitting on his front porch watching his very own personal presentation.
The rumbling line up would not allow anyone living on this street to sleep late... though the show hadn’t started, the
We made our way around the long participant entry lines to the parking
lot. I, for one, was glad we got there early. There were still parking spots available, and clearly that wasn’t
going to last for long.
As we walked into the Park, men in yellow shirts
were scurrying here and there. Wouldn’t you know, the first guy I went up to, to inquire where the Taz was going
to set up, was none other than Roy Miller. This was my first meeting. Roy was a key player in the creation of
the new Taz. I am sure as time goes on I will learn more... but for now, I am happy to know him sheerly on the fact
that he brought a piece of my father’s history back to life.
A big ‘Thank You’
He pointed us to the area next to the gazebo. It was taped off and waiting,
with anticipation, as were we.
The Taz was not here yet...