The Weekend Fungo: Nov. 2-3

The World Series Parade: Oct. 16, 1984

I asked my Dad if I could skip the afternoon portion of that junior-year school day. It was a hard no.

I was on the yearbook staff and we decided it the 1984-85 edition of Spectus would not be complete without some on-the-ground photos and coverage of the Tigers World Series Parade.

So, yeah, I went.

My Dad seemed to be — at best — okay with my going downtown during a school day in the service of my, ahem, studies.

It was a blast for me and about a half dozen of my friends, some of whom were on the school newspaper staff and, yes, they needed fresh copy too.

The only person I think that did not enjoy themselves was the poor soul who parked their brown Chevy Nova-like car on Michigan Avenue. So many people — maybe us too? — stood or sat on it that the roof was caved in.