Each December, as the new year approaches, I'm reminded of the time I attended the Tournament of Roses Parade in California.
This was for work. It was in the late '90s.
That, in itself, is not remarkable. But here's the thing.
There are people -- female people -- in my extended family who are really, really into that particular extravaganza. And yet they have never gotten to witness it in person.
On the other hand, it would be fair to say I am less excited about it. And yet I got to see the parade and, because of my press credentials, wander around the staging areas and spend time within sniffing distance of the elaborate floats.
Like I said. Life's not fair.