Don’t they love the Rose Parade enough to make a Shakespeare joke? The parade is important—for many, it signifies the excitement of new beginnings and an unwavering optimism.
For you, it represents Pasadena pride, baby! You’ve been going ever since you were a child. Your mom would take you to an old building that you thought you were being kidnapped at, so you could help carefully adorn roses in intricate patterns. At the end of it all, you could see the transcendent result and you got McDonald’s McNuggets®. It was a win-win.
That started a tradition. You camp out every year, days before January 1st for a prime seat where you can spot the float you helped build. And when you can’t go, you like to order what you can on eBay—photo cards, programs, lapels, seat covers, whatever. You have one thing from every year, except the elusive 1939 edition. But that all changed last year…
After arriving way early and saving a spot for 76 hours, you couldn’t hold it anymore—you had to go to the bathroom. It was 2 a.m. when you took a walk, looking for the nearest water closet, and then…the atmosphere grew ominous. The already-dark sky blackened as clouds grouped together. You started pacing faster, fearing someone was following you.
A crisp winter breeze shuddered past and you instinctively raised the collar of your pea coat. Before you knew it, you stood alone in an empty parking lot, save one streetlight. That’s when you noticed a figure sitting outside a green Dodge Caravan in the ochre glare. As you approached from a distance, the figure spoke. “I think I have what you’re looking for.” A wave of relief washed over you as you beheld the 1939 Tournament of Roses Souvenir Postcard that you were missing.
“Thank y-,” you started to mutter, but suddenly the mysterious figure—and his van—were gone.
That was pretty weird, but hey, your collection is complete. Do you think it was FlowerBoy1939 from eBay? Maybe, but it didn’t matter. You had to add the card to your collection before the edge frayed. Luckily for you, you didn’t keep these things in a shoebox in your closet like a hoarder on TLC.
Nope, you were smart enough to move your collection to StorBox, where your Rose Parade shrine is safe and secure. With our seven entry gates with passcodes and security logs, you know you can visit without fear that the mysterious figure will appear again…unless he’s going to bring a new memento. Then he’s totally welcome.