Mary Ellen Haight

Twenty-five years ago my son Jim and I attended our first Gay Freedom Parade. At that time, he was employed by a conservative law firm where he was very much in the closet. As the small band marched by, Jim’s eyes lit up and he turned to me and declared, “I want to play my clarinet in that band.” We both knew this would be his coming out. The next year he marched down Market Street, tootling on his horn, for all of the world, including his legal partners, friends and relatives, to see.

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