Honest Frankie, you're talking about the Mummer's Parade, there, and there are a whole bunch of big beefy Italian guys from South Philly who would be happy to come over and show you how much they are not amused by anyone's making fun of this Philadelphia tradition... But I'll forgive you, 'cause you didn't grow up going downtown on New Year's Day to watch 10,000 members of the string bands and the other clubs march all the way down Broad Street in the cold, wearing huge arrays of ostrich plumes and playing tenor banjos and glockenspiels. Just be careful, OK? My old pal Tony is keeping an eye on you...

Aloha,
Mark