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The streets are freshly scrubbed; the sidewalks are clear; the parking lanes are empty; the crowd barricades are erected and set in place. It is dawn on the first official day of Spring in Cincinnati — not mid-March, rather the first Monday in April. Preparations are in place for the start of another baseball season and the Findlay Market Opening Day Parade.

My reverse walk of the parade route is notable for its peaceful solitude, interrupted only by the occasional police cruiser moving slowly, blue lights flashing and the whir and clank of the trucks towing the parking stragglers. The Market is equally quiet with the core parade organizers enjoying a hot breakfast before things get hectic.

Soon, horses and motorcycles, cars and bands, and people of all ages and backgrounds will queue up in the streets of Over the Rhine. Soon, the quiet will be broken with shouts and horns communicating frantic instruction. Soon, the whistle kicking off the parade will blow.

The streets that were so empty a short hour ago will soon be packed with fans young and old. Some will be here for the baseball. Others will be here for the party. More will attend to support their neighbors and community.

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And all will gather to welcome Spring’s arrival in the place they call home.