From my earliest childhood, I attended the Mummer’s Parade in Philadelphia every New Year’s Day, watching husky fellows with banjos, full-face makeup and glitter sashay down Broad Street.

It’s a tradition that, while difficult to explain to out-of-towners, is near and dear to our Quaker City hearts.

I also had a platonic crush on Geraldine, the Flip Wilson character with the fabulous hair and legs that looked better on him than on practically every woman I’ve ever encountered.

But I draw the line at Drag Queen Story Hour. Several years ago I wrote the following when our local library decided to set up just one such event:

“No child should be forced to confront radical ideas and controversial social movements before they are able to use the potty by themselves… This is a time when the l

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