It’s entirely possible that (IMHO) I was the oldest man there. While posing for pics, the kids said things like “Thank you, sir,” and, “It’s an honor to be here, sir,” which stung, but also put a smile on my face. Considering the lights, the music and the fantastical costumes, I’m still on sensory overload, old bones creaking, and listening to Joplin as I prepare myself for the next big thing. I salute you, Mysteryland. Job well done.