By: Dennis Smith Dressing up brings on a celebrative air of grandiosity. Without even thinking, a procession is formed. The oldest, of course, with the flowery hat that once was Grandma’s, leads out, followed by a shaded queen as her own attendant. Bringing up the rear, the tiniest marcher soars on wings of wool; he can barely see his way ahead from beneath the hat with the monstrous rim, and his arms reach out in a fully determined attempt to keep his feet from touching the ground.