It was about this time 62 years ago that I experienced my first Hobo Day as a student at South Dakota State. When I was a sophomore at Chamberlain High School and a first-rate baritone player (my personal assessment) in the marching band, we bussed to Brookings to march in the Hobo Day parade. It was our first experience in a big-time parade and I, like the rest of the band, felt as if we were a part of something akin to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day extravaganza. Thousands of people lined the streets to watch many, many floats and, of course, many other bands ahead and behind us.