I wrote about the parade in my last post, but the thing I like most about living here is that after the parade, after everyone has left for their homes, the pieces of the parade -- the floats, puppets, and streamers -- are rolled past our house down to the Heart of the Beast theater. I don't know why, but there's something really neat about seeing everyone breaking things down and bringing the parts back. Just now, a large white skull and an enormous paper måché monster hummer just rolled past down the slowly darkening street.