The Tournament of Roses Parade is the grand-daddy of them all. This is the one hundred and thirtieth. When I lived in southern California I managed to spend a couple of New Year nights on the sidewalks of Colorado Boulevard and one night pushing petals with Kathy. Local TV station KTLA has the best feed if you can't be there in person.

       It's snowing some more here (extra). Those are Boodie's paw prints - he wasn't out for long. Eight to fifteen inches forecast for the White Mountains. We do need the moisture.

       Here's a new blipper who has set himself quite a task - eating pi.

       Not too late to back-blip a monoMonday . . . Yorkshirebred is matching socks.

EDIT: Does any body still practice the tradition of First Footing?