Mayday used to be a day where my mom would make cupcakes with a licorice rope handle that I would leave on various friends' doorsteps. I would knock on the door and then have to run away quickly before they could catch and kiss me. (Yes, this is when I was a whole lot younger). As much fun as that was, I like today's tradition as well. Since my first Portland Mayday in 2002, Mayday has meant taking it to the streets. It's a very festive day which hopefully doesn't end in a police riot. Today was festive as well and fortunately did not end up in a police riot!
Overall, a pretty nice day to walk and get back in touch with people. No cupcakes necessary.
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