It's not just for the high schoolers or the old-time "coming home" Tracy grads, either. Believe it or not, it's nostalgic for the rest of us, even if our high schools never had such a thing. (It's that whole bygone-era Norman Rockwell Americana thing, right?)
So I'll be one of the folks taking in the sights and sounds of the Tracy, and later the West, homecomign parades.
But remember, if you see a cake on wheels, run for the hills.