TWIT and I are sad to say RIP, Carroll.
Carroll was our neighbor across the road. He was a very cool man. He was pretty high up in the Shriners, and one of his duties as a Shriner was to pull the giant fez that lit up and spun around. He would pull the giant fez in parades and at festivals.
One year, I got up the nerve and asked him if I could ride with him the next time he pulled it in a parade and he didn’t hesitate to say “Why, sure.” So a month later, I rode shotgun in his truck while he pulled the giant fez through the Highlands for the annual St. Patrick’s Day parade. It was a day I will never forget.
And I will never forget Carroll.
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