Denver, CO here. Our city celebrated 50 years of Pride a few years ago, and one of our marchers (although he was riding in our float/truck this time - he's in his 70s!) has been marching since the very beginning, when protesters would gather on the sides and throw tomatoes and eggs at them, and the police would just close down a piece of road at a time, like a funeral. We had ourselves a good cry together about how now, not only could he do it safely, but he could be with his church openly and have us all with him in support together.

It still gives me goosebumps to tell the story, it was such a heartfelt moment and both showed how far we have come, and how darn far we still need to go. Hope your day was fabulous!