I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid growing up just outside of Cleveland, block parties ranked up there with Christmas and your birthday. To get sick right before one was a crime against nature. My block went all out for it. Every family on the street got involved– with a different game in each front yard, enough food to feed our block AND the next (all homemade of course!), the big bike parade lead by a police car, music…. and since it was the 80’s…. hired break dancers who taught us to moon dance and more. Yup. I swear.

(I’m not in the video, but my bike with training wheels made an appearance… ridden by my friend Matt in the foreground.)