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It Is Not Yet Evening (2/?)

Summary: Historical AU. It is 1917, and with the Russian empire on the verge of collapse, Emma - a former maid for the Imperial family - means to escape the imminent revolution and start a new life in London. Desperately fleeing the Bolsheviks and armed with fake documents and a new identity, she sets out to find the mysterious man with the power to grant her her freedom. But the road to Moscow is a treacherous one, and a chance encounter with a wealthy British businessman may change her life forever.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Petrograd; March 14th, 1917. 11:35am

The train ride to Petrograd was short, too short to nap. Not that Emma would have been able to sleep anyhow; everywhere she looked she was reminded of the life she was leaving behind. The grand station, the first in Russia, had stood tall and proud behind her as she had pulled away from the platform.

Instead, she had found herself daydreaming about the new life that awaited her. Well, the possibility of a new life, at least. Nothing was ever for certain, especially given her circumstances. But that did not stop her from hoping, and her thoughts were soon preoccupied by visions of narrow cobblestone streets and tall bell towers. Would the Thames resemble the long Moscow river? Would she find the same flowers that the Tsarina loved so much growing in the gardens of Buckingham palace?

The idea made her thoughts turn to the British royal family. She had to admit she had been surprised when the Tsar had brought home a picture he had taken with his cousin during their trip to Berlin for the wedding of the Kaiser’s daughter. The two men were spitting images of each other, standing bold and regal in German military uniforms, beards trimmed to perfection and hawkish eyes fixed toward the camera. The Tsarina had joked that the men could be brothers, though the former Prince of Wales was just as much her cousin as he was her husband’s.

Emma thought it a pity that the monarchs could never experience the joys of family the way that the common man did, with the burden of alliances and best interests often trumping familial ties. Blood was not always thicker than water, it seemed.

She arrived at Vitebsky station in the heart of Petrograd making good time, the sun not quite at its highest in the sky. Moskovsky station was a far walk, but Emma decided to cross the city on foot. It was a risk - carrying her sole possessions through the heart of Petrograd where any thief or pickpocket could easily mark her - but she weighed it against the risk of losing more money on transportation and decided to forgo the car.

Trudging through the snowy streets, Emma couldn’t help but notice the change in the city. She had never seen the capital with such a high military presence; every corner seemed to have men with rifles standing guard. It was unnerving, to say the least. The former maid picked up her pace as she passed rows of looted bakeries, their contents spilled out in the street from where desperate beggars had stampeded their way in for the last remaining scraps of bread.

Eventually she came to the large train station. She had never seen it from the street before, her few trips by train having been when she had accompanied the Imperial family, who had a designated wing all to themselves. Seeing it now, Emma could not help but be amazed at the architecture. The building itself dominated the entire block, a colossal show of power and innovation that had proved to be the lifeblood of western Russia. Every day, tons of cargo left for the various cities dotting the way to Moscow, carrying everything from fuel to fodder. Most of the containers were destined for the front lines where the need was highest, leaving whatever little was left for the small cities to divvy up amongst themselves. The mad scramble for the scarce resources had resulted in bloodshed on more than one occasion, though Emma had never seen the Tsar be particularly concerned with that fact. He seemed to be certain that it would all blow over eventually, though Emma struggled to see the source of his optimism.

Emma hurried into the building, shaking the dusting of snow that had gathered on her coat and hat. Granny had been right about the weather; she would have frozen in her lighter clothes. Pulling out the small card that Granny had given her, she read the name over in her head. Even with the reassurance that the man would be the one to find her, Emma was still on edge. She hadn’t thought to ask how her contact was meant to recognize her, and with the station was bustling with people, it would be easy enough to become lost within the sea of faces.

Stopping in the centre of the hall, she examined the people around her. If the outside of the building had been grandiose, the inside was doubly so. Enormous chandeliers hung overhead - their intricacies second only to those of the Imperial palace, Emma thought - their electric lights illuminating the exquisite painted scenes on the high ceiling. Hundreds of people were packed in the spacious hall, the room unusually warm despite the chill outside. There were a few Imperial soldiers scattered throughout the hall, but all were paired up and making idle chit chat with one another. None appeared to be waiting to have a secret rendez vous with a former palace maid.

A thousand different scenarios began whirling around in her mind. Perhaps he had simply forgotten? Or had misunderstood her friend’s letter, and had mistaken the date or the time of her departure? A common enough error and entirely plausible.

All of that went right out the window, however, if her contact had been detained. A man willing to break the rules once would surely have done so before. All it would take was a misplaced letter, an intercepted note, and it would all be for naught. Her stomach formed in knots at the thought. She couldn’t help imagining a swarm of Red soldiers surrounding her, dragging her away to heavens knows where to do God know’s what. Whatever it was would surely be horrible, and there would be little anyone could do to help her. Nevermind ‘Emma Nolana’; her entire identity would cease to exist. She would be snuffed from existence as easily as snuffing out the flame of a candle.

“Izvineeti...”

Emma started at the voice and spun around to find a young man standing before her. His arm was half extended as if he were about to tap her shoulder but he retracted it quickly at her jumpy response.

“My apologies. I did not mean to frighten you,” the man continued hesitantly. “Are you Emma Nolana?”

Emma let out a sigh of relief at the sound of her alias, the knot in her stomach lessening.

“Yes, I am. You must be August.”

He gave a small smile and his eyes cheerful and friendly. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The man in front of her was dressed as all Imperial soldiers were; his asymmetric jacket buttoned high to the collar and a matching green cap tucked neatly in the crook of his arm. Despite his stiff uniform, his light eyes and dimpled cheeks softened his look considerably and highlighted a distinctly friendly face. From all appearance he seemed to be the man - the soldier - her friend had commissioned for her, but she needed to be sure.

“Forgive me, but how did you recognize me?”

The man blushed at the question, his hand slipping into his breast pocket. “The matron Lucas gave me a photograph,“ he explained, retrieving a small folded picture and handing it over to her to examine. He seemed to consider his next thoughts before he spoke. “I must admit that it does not capture your entire beauty.”

Emma looked up, searching the soldier’s face for any sign of malice, but there was none. By the way the man had immediately become flustered at his own forwardness, shoving his hands into his pockets and glancing away, it was clear to her that it had been a harmless attempt at flattery. Though it was certainly not the first time she had received such advances, Emma couldn't help but find it endearing.

“Then I will endeavour to ask that my friend to provide you a better one next time,” she joked lightly, enjoying the smile that spread across his still flushed cheeks. She handed the photograph back. “What precisely did Madam Lucas tell you about my predicament?”

“Not much,” he admitted, “Simply that you are in need of my, well, my assistance , and that it is of paramount that you arrive in Moscow safely.” There was a pause, during which the soldier seemed to wrestle with something internally, shifting his weight between his feet. “I will have you know that, as a rule, I do not enjoy secrecy. Particularly when it is I who is left in the dark.”

Emma swallowed hard at the sternness in his voice, but maintained her outwardly calm facade. Perhaps August wasn’t the saviour Granny had made him out to be after all , she thought regretfully. He was wavering, seeming as though he was on the verge of trusting her. He was simply waiting for her to make a move to tip the balance in her favour. She could only pray that she could; she could not afford for him to back out now.

Mustering up every ounce of diplomacy she had, she broke the silence.

“I understand your fear and your hesitancy in helping me, much as how you surely understand my own fear and hesitancy in disclosing such information to you. You must believe me when I say that you will be better off not knowing the details of our arrangement. I cannot give you much, but I give you my word that I will not abuse your trust in me. If that is not enough for you, you should say so now.”

There was another pause, shorter this time, and Emma watched as his eyes flickered over her face, searching for something. Whatever he found in her expression made him relax, his shoulders dropping as a decision in his mind seemed to click into place.

“Madam Lucas has always been kind to my family. I trust her, and if she is going through all of this trouble to help you, then perhaps I should trust you as well.”

There was nothing but resolve in the look that he was giving her now, his lingering uncertainty overruled by the desire to do right by his friend. With the cloud of doubt dissipating, Emma could see why Granny had entrusted her safety with him; he was a good man and a solid ally.

“Thank you, August.” It was at that moment that she noticed the clock mounted on the station wall over his shoulder. She started at the time; she had less than forty five minutes until the ticket office closed. “Shall we get started, then? I am afraid I am in a bit of a hurry at the moment.”

“Of course. Follow me, if you please.”

He led her to a counter with a sign reading ‘Document Inspection’ in bold lettering. A small mass of people were collected around the counter, each waiting for the officer behind the counter to call them forward. August stopped her a few feet from the group, turning to block her path.

“Wait here until I call on you” he murmured, before stepping back and gesturing for her to take a seat on the bench. He walked away then, his back straight and steps even; a proper soldier once more. Emma watched as he slipped behind the counter, a friendly grin plastered across his face as he clapped the shoulder of the on duty officer there. August said something that she could not hear, but the seated man looked relieved at his words, standing up quickly and making a show of stretching his back. There was a quick back and forth of conversation before the exhausted man, having been relieved of his post, hurried away to a room in the back.

August immediately sat down, calling forward an elderly couple with a quick ‘posleh’. Emma waited, passport and bag in hand, as the officer took down the information of each traveller, pausing only occasionally to ask questions. Each person left the booth with a freshly stamped set of documents and a quick directive to present themselves at the ticket box.

Even with the assurance of August on her side, Emma couldn’t help but worry. So much could still go wrong; the wrong person asking all the wrong questions could cause her charade to crumble in an instant. The Bolsheviks had riled the population into a frenzy, promising a new life free of starvation and hardship. The recent years had not been kind to the people of Russia, and like all starved and wounded creatures, the people were calling for blood. It would not matter that she had simply been a maid, that she was an unmarried woman who had done little more than spend the past decade of her life as a caregiver to impossibly wealthy children. Her loyalty as a faithful servant to the Imperial family was clear, and for that she would be condemned a traitor to the people. The Bolsheviks would surely squeeze every ounce of compliance out of her, would demand to know every little secret that she was privy to, while the rest of the country would want nothing more than to watch her pay for the misfortune that she had so easily escaped. And now it would not just be her own life at risk; as an accomplice, August would not likely be spared the swift and harsh punishment that she would surely receive.

Emma was so lost in her worries that she almost missed August’s call of ‘posleh’ , her head snapping up to see him watching her from behind the booth. Still clutching tightly to her possessions, she stood and made her way to the counter. August’s face filled with concern as she approached.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes,” she answered, trying to shake off the sense of foreboding that was trying to consume her. “I am just tired.”

August gave her an understanding smile as he began shuffling through the papers on his desk.

“I will need to see your passport.”

She handed over the document and waited as he immediately flipped to a new page in the registry book and began scribbling down her information.

“Now, Emma Nolana, I will need you to answer a few questions for me.” She nodded her assent and he continued. “Where are you going?”

“To Moscow.”

“For how long?”

“Two weeks.” He nodded, jotting down the lie.

“And what business do you have there?”

“I am going to visit my friend. She is... very ill.”

August’s brow creased in mock concern, his eyes betraying his amusement at her fabricated story. It would appear she needed to work on her acting. “Ill? How so?”

“She has come down with a rather unfortunate case of the flu.”

“What a pity!”

“It is quite tragic, yes,” she replied, fighting to keep the corners of her mouth from turning up. “But I have high hopes that she will recover soon.”

“I have no doubt that your soothing presence will do much to raise her spirits.”

“How very kind of you to say.”

He made another note, moving on to the next question. “Are you travelling alone?”

“Yes.”

“Your husband will not be joining you?” The questions was standard enough, but Emma couldn’t help but wonder if the soldier was asking to satisfy his own curiosity as well.

“I am unmarried.”

“My apologies. I did not mean to assume.” The relief in his voice was palpable, leaving Emma to assume she was correct about his curiosities. Any lingering doubt on the matter was immediately put to rest by the subtle hint of flirtation in his next words. “But Moscow is a beautiful city, with much to offer with regards to romance, I hear. Perhaps fortune will smile upon you.”

“What a shame I will not be able to see it all then, what with my friend’s health being as it is,” she replied cheekily as a grin finally broke free on both of their faces.

“Of course. Perhaps next time, then.”

He asked only a few more questions, his comical overacting at her responses making her feel more at ease by the minute. When the final note was taken, he stamped her passport confirming that there were “no hindrances to departing by train”.

“You are clear to travel to Moscow, Emma Nolana,” he announced cheerfully, handing back her documents. “You may go on to the ticket counter to purchase your tickets now.” Then, in a lower voice, he added, “Then you must wait for me under the chandelier to the right of the doors. I will be with you shortly.”

Emma nodded curtly, collecting her belongings and walking to the ticket booth. The bored woman at the booth barely gave her a second glance as she checked the fresh ink on her passport. Satisfied, she slipped a single ticket across the counter as Emma laid out the money for her. The cost of a single fare was expensive and Emma had to wonder how she would have been able to afford it if not for her employer’s generous wages. As it was she had opted for a third class ticket, conscious of the fact that she would need to save every ruble she had if she was going to make it to London.

She sat on a long bench underneath the chandelier and she waited. August’s questions had been benign enough, but she knew that she had come off as too stiff in her answers. She would need to practice.

Pulling out the papers, she read through the details of her new identity. Emma Davidovna Nolana . She smiled at the name. Even though everything about her life was about to change - to be turned completely upside down, really - at least she would be allowed to keep one small truth about herself, even if it was only a partial truth.

As they had kept her first name, her name day remained the same, though the year had changed. It now stated that she was twenty four rather than her true twenty seven, which Emma hoped was not too much of a reach. She had always been the youngest of the Tsarina’s staff, and as the ladies were forbidden to marry, Emma had become the pseudo daughter of some of her more matronly coworkers.

The occupation section stated that she was a private tutor, a fact that suited Emma just fine. She had watched Graham tutor the young Tsarevich, Alexei, for years, and she was certain she would be able to emulate him.

It was at that moment that August’s tall leather boots entered her field of vision. She raised her head and watched the man attempt to look casual as he surveyed the crowd around him, searching. There was a brief flash of relief on his face when he finally spotted her.

“Did you purchase your tickets?” He asked when he reached where she was seated.

“I did. Thank you for all of your help, August.”

“It has been a privilege. I am only sorry that I cannot accompany you further.” He frowned, concern filling his blue eyes. He appeared to be weighing his options, hurriedly trying to find a way to stay with her without abandoning his post. It was a sweet thought, but Emma knew that it could never happen. Travelling alone was risky, true enough, but travelling with a deserter was exponentially worse.

“If only you could,” she replied, smiling kindly. “I imagine you would be great company. But you needn’t worry, I can manage just fine on my own.”

“Even so, it would ease my mind to know that you are safe.”

Pulling out a pen and a slip of paper from his pocket, he began scribbling down a set of directions to an address. “My father lives in Moscow. He is a woodworker there. If you need anything, please promise me that you will not hesitate to ask him.”

Emma accepted the paper gratefully. “I promise.”

August seemed to relax slightly at her reassurance. He gave her a few more instructions on where to wait for the train and when to board, explaining that it was strictly forbidden to be on the platform before the station bell sounded. Emma listened carefully, committing each rule to memory. It soon became clear to Emma, however, that the soldier was quite willing to spend the entire afternoon discussing station protocol with her if it meant being in her company a little while longer, and though Emma was flattered, she knew that to neglect his post for much longer would only lead to unfortunate consequences.

So when he paused for a breath between his listing of station hand signals and the tale of his personal history with the station manager, Emma took the opportunity to interrupt. He flushed scarlet as she placed a small kiss to his cheek and thanked him again for his help. Seeming to recognize the polite dismissal, he bowed his head in a short nod. He looked about ready to turn away when something occurred to him and he turned back.

“May I ask you one last question?”

“Of course.”

“Nolana. Nolan is a British name.”

Emma knew the question that was sure to follow, but waited patiently for the soldier to ask it.

“Is it your own?”

Emma’s polite smile returned to her face. “No.”

He seemed to pause a moment, his eyes searching hers as he waited for her to continue. There was a hint of disappointment in his face when she remained silent, but as any true gentleman, he did not push the matter. Bidding her one last farewell, Emma watched as the uniformed man disappeared into the crowd.

It was still twenty minutes before her train was to depart, but as the ticket office closed ten minutes prior, Emma found herself being jostled by last minute stragglers as they hurried to the booths. An elbow to the ribs from a stout older lady dragging a young child behind her nearly toppled the ex-maid, but she righted herself in time.

Unsure of what to do and eager to avoid being tossed around in the sea of people a moment longer, Emma made her way back to the row of benches at the far wall. Her previous seat had long been taken, but she managed to squeeze into a spot between a white haired octogenarian man and a young lady with a toddler in her lap. The small child looked up in fascination as Emma sat, watery eyes wide and curious. Emma rumpled her nose and made a face that she had used to make the young Tsarevich laugh when he was young. She had always had a gift with children, perhaps because she had been assigned to care for one during her own youth. Sure enough, the little one let out a sharp squeal of delight and began burrowing into this mother, who let out a pained ‘oomph’ as the chubby, squirming limbs clumsily dug into her torso.

Knowing the young mother would hardly appreciate her toddler becoming wound up more than he was, Emma sat back and rested her head on the wall behind her. With Granny, Ruby, and even August gone now, it was finally beginning to sink in how alone she was going to be. It could be days before she saw another friendly face, and likely much longer still before she would see someone from her old life. It was exhausting to think about, and she barely made any effort to resist when her eyes began to feel heavy and fluttered closed on their own accord.

The general hustle and bustle of the station was soothing, the sound of hard leather soles pattering across the oak parquet floor echoing in the large hall. The continuous opening and closing of the large station doors was not enough to dissipate the smell of cigarette smoke that hung in the air, but Emma had long since learned to ignore the scent. Occasionally the elderly man beside her would begin wheezing into his handkerchief before muttering under his breath about the weather, but even that began to fade.

Just as she was about to give in and fall asleep right there on the hard station bench, a man’s voice rang out.

“No, no - you see? I am looking for the platform . It says here…”

The clear English accent came as a surprise to Emma, but not nearly as much as the sight of the speaker himself did. He was young, maybe a few years older than herself, and handsome - even from across the hall and with his features crumpled in confusion, she could see that. He was dressed to perfection, his leather shoes freshly polished despite the snow and grit outside and not a hair out of place. A businessman, perhaps? Yes, almost certainly , she thought, eyeing the satchel that hung from his shoulder. No one would be traveling so far, dressed so nicely, and carrying so little.

Emma was particularly observant anyhow given her years of working in the palace, but it would not have taken much to notice the man’s clear distress or the source of the problem. The man had obviously attempted to gain access to the platform before the bell and had been stopped by the attendant. An easy mistake, to be sure, but judging by the look of frustration and annoyance on the officer’s face, the situation seemed to be escalating. Out of the corner of her eye, Emma could see two station guards watching the confrontation closely, ready to intervene at the slightest indication from the attendant.

Everyone in the station was beginning to take notice now, the awaiting passengers stopping to whisper to each other, their heads craning to catch a glimpse of the commotion. Wealthier women in hats far larger than Emma’s were leaning into their husband’s arms as they gossiped into their ears, batting delicate fans to cool themselves in the crowded space. The only person who seemed oblivious to the scene was the British man himself, who was still attempting to explain in desperate English his intention, pointing repeatedly at the ticket in his hand. Still, no one came to the poor man’s aid.

Without a second thought, and just as the uniformed soldiers began making their way through the thick crowd, Emma rose from her seat on the bench.

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News Obituaries Sports Vida Classifieds E-Edition Subscribe JobMatchTexas More The Monitor NEWS OBITUARIES SPORTS VIDA CLASSIFIEDS E-EDITION SUBSCRIBE JOBMATCHTEXAS MORE Local News Weslaco police chief resigns Cristina M. Garcia - December 12, 2017 Facebook Twitter Pinterest ReddIt Weslaco Police Chief Stephen Scot Mayer Weslaco Police Chief Stephen Scot Mayer resigned Friday then sent an email to his staff saying he was asked to leave. City Manager Mike Perez, however, said the move was a mutual decision. But the internal email obtained by The Monitor indicated Weslaco Mayor David Suarez requested that the chief resign. “Mr. Mike R. Perez, Weslaco’s city manager, on behalf of the honorable Mayor Suarez, has asked me to resign my position as your chief of police, and I have agreed to do so,” Mayer wrote in the email addressed to all police department staff. “You should know I hold no animosity towards Mr. Perez or Mayor Suarez. Business is business.” Mayer did not return calls for comment about his resignation. His last day will be Dec. 31. “The city of Weslaco and the police chief are going different directions,” Suarez said in a text message. “We wish the police chief well and thank him for his service.” Suarez did not immediately respond to a request for comment about the email that indicated he asked for Mayer’s resignation. Meanwhile, Perez said the resignation remains a personnel matter that cannot be discussed in-depth. “We’ve gotten to a point where, I think, he wants to do something else,” Perez said, “and he’s gotten us to a point where, I think, we needed to get.” Mayer, who began with the department in May 2015, was tasked with handling department upgrades, implementing a digital radio system and overseeing the department’s five-year plan, Perez said. “We had a huge reduction in crime during his tenure here,” the city manager said, adding that the manner in which crime was recorded and reported to the FBI contributed to the statistical decline. Mayer’s internal email was peppered with his law enforcement philosophy, referring back to Robert Peel, who helped establish the London Metropolitan Police Force. “The true test of a police department’s efficiency is the absence of crime and disorder and not the physical response to crime and disorder,” Mayer wrote in the email, paraphrasing Peel. Mayer worked as interim police chief for the Harlingen Police Department prior to joining the Weslaco Police Department. Perez credited Mayer for improvements within the department. “I employed strict safety-related policies as it relates to police response and the pursuit of criminals,” the police chief said in his email to staff. “I did so as I think the number one priority of police should be the preservation of life.” Perez said the city will be looking for a chief with a “different style,” but will still look to Mayer for input. The city will begin advertising the position and a new chief could be named as soon as March 2018. District 5 Commissioner Letty Lopez and District 4 Commissioner Jerry Tafolla said Monday that they could not comment on the resignation. “I haven’t spoken to the chief since” he resigned, said District 3 Commissioner Greg Kerr. Kerr declined to elaborate, citing the issue to be a personnel matter. Newly-elected District 3 Commissioner Jose “JP” Rodriguez, who works with law enforcement, did not respond to requests for comment. District 1 Commissioner Leo Munoz and District 6 Commissioner Josh Pedraza also did not return calls for comment on Monday. Perez foresees commissioners discussing the hiring of a new police chief at the next city commission meeting Dec. 19. Assistant Chief Ted Walensky will serve as interim police chief beginning Jan. 1. “I will ask each of you to afford the same level of respect you’ve shown me to whoever is fortunate enough to be your next chief of police,” Mayer said in the email. Details surrounding the city and commission’s new direction and potential qualifications for the job were not available Monday evening. Mayer will be working from home on one last project, according to the email which did not specify details. “We’re going to wish him the best,” Perez said, “and I think he’ll do very well in his police career.” Facebook Twitter Pinterest ReddIt Cristina M. Garcia Cristina M. Garcia covers Weslaco, Donna, Mercedes and the Delta area for The Monitor. She can be reached at [email protected] or (956) 683-4441. Read the E-Edition ABOUT US 1400 E. Nolana McAllen, TX 78504 Phone: 956-683-4000 Email: [email protected] FOLLOW US Privacy Policy Advertise with Us Contact Us Careers © 2019 The Monitor - Part of the AIM Media Network

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Now in its 5th year, the McAllen Holiday Parade, presented by H-E-B, continues to find ways to connect to the community. That is why Budweiser has created a special promotion and commemorative token of the McAllen Holiday Parade to highlight the 5th anniversary of the award-winning event. Starting next week, Budweiser will host Pint Night at five locations throughout Mcallen leading up to the parade, where patrons will be able to enjoy a Budweiser and receive a special token of the McAllen Holiday Parade.

“L&F Distributors is so proud to sponsor the McAllen Holiday Parade because this event has come to define our community: celebrating McAllen’s, the Rio Grande Valley’s and South Texas’s culture, traditions, and beliefs with the world in a beautifully imaginative way,ˮ said Val La Mantia Piesen, Managing Partner of L&F Distributors. “L&F Distributor is a part of this community, this region, and this parade and the parade is a part of us.ˮ

McAllen Mayor Jim Darling echoed La Mantia’s comments, stating that L&F Distributors and Budweiser is a part of McAllen, the Rio Grande Valley and South Texas and the celebrations, milestones and important moments that help bring families and friends together. He also cited the beer distributor‘s corporate responsibility throughout the region that positively impacts the community, supporting various important and beneficial causes.

ʺThis Bud’s for you, ˮ said Mayor Darling.

ʺWe are proud to create a special glass that unites Budweiser, the King of Beers with the McAllen Holiday Parade, the Best Parade in the World,“ said Bobby Casso, General Manager of L&F McAllen. ʺThese five Pint Nights will help get everyone in the spirit of the season, while also walking away with a beautiful and fun moment of the McAllen Holiday Parade.“

Pint Night by Budweiser will be celebrated at the following locals around McAllen:

November 7: Wallbangers, 8024 N. 10th St., 7:00 – 8:00 p.m.;

November 8: The Quarter, 100 E. Nolana Ave., 8:00 – 9:00 p.m;

November 12: American Legion Post 37, (Veterans Day, observed), 12:00 – 2:00 p.m.;

November 21: London’s Bar & Tavern, 129 E. Nolana Ave., 5:00 – 6:00 p.m.;

November 30: Bourbon St. Grill, 4800 N. 10th St., 6:00 – 7:00 p.m.

Another reason to celebrate? Another Dallas Cowboys legend is coming to the McAllen Holiday Parade. True-blue fans will be delighted to know that Super Bowl Champion Tony Hill, former wide-receiver, #80, Dallas Cowboys, will be returning once again to charm and excite the fans during his time in McAllen. Hill is best remembered for his ʺImmaculate Catchʺ against the Miami Dolphins.

ʺI’m really excited to see Tony, ˮ continued Darling. ʺMany of us who are die-hard Dallas Cowboys fans remember players like Tony Hill and the other Super Bowl winning players who helped define them as America’s Team. I need to make sure to bring my helmet so Tony can sign it, ˮ he concluded.

Equally excited to be a part of the event again is Hill himself. ʺI had such a rewarding experience at last year’s McAllen Holiday Parade, not just in meeting so many die-hard Dallas Cowboys fans, but also and most especially, my time spent with the Capable Kids Organization was so fulfilling for me personally, I had to come back and get a chance to meet with them again,ˮ said the former four-time Pro-Bowler. ʺI also expect that the love that the Rio Grande Valley Dallas Cowboys fans have for the boys will be heard all the way from McAllen along the parade route and up to Dallas that will take them to the playoffs and beyond.“

Event organizers want to stress that attendees make appropriate plans to be able to get to all of the McAllen Holiday Parade festivities, stress-free and on-time, by being aware of traffic road closures around the parade route. Attendees should look to the event website, at www.McAllenHolidayParade.com and social media handles on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram for maps of ongoing road closures, as well as other timely parade information. Event organizers are still recruiting volunteers to help be a part of the magic of the parade, so anyone who wishes to sign up, aged 16 and up, please sign up at www.volunteersotx.org.

“On the day of the parade, over 260,000 are all trying to get to the same location, at the same time,ˮ said Joe Vera, Assistant City Manager for the McAllen Holiday Parade and brainchild of the event. ʺAttendees cannot get expect to leave their house at five o’clock and park next to the stadium or the parade route. Avoid the hassle of traffic and road closures, head to the South Texas College campus on Pecan Boulevard and take the free Park & Ride Polar Express. There is nothing easier.ˮ

“The McAllen Holiday Parade is the region’s foremost event of the holiday season. For such, the McAllen Police Department leads a multi-law enforcement agency effort to render the event safe,ˮ said McAllen Chief of Police Victor Rodriguez. ˮ “Over a dozen departments, including various federal, state, and county law enforcement agencies operate from a Joint Operation Command Center to oversee event safety. These agencies deploy assets and equipment beginning the week of the event. ˮ

According to Chief Rodriguez, the work of his hard-working police officers, as well as tips and cooperation from citizens, is what has helped to give McAllen its lowest crime rate in over 34 years. ʺThat cooperation and partnership will be just as important for the safety of the event as it is in the daily operations of the McAllen Police Department to keep the community safe.ˮ

The McAllen Holiday Parade, presented by H-E-B, has twice been named the Best Parade in the World and the Best Parade in Texas, the only parade in the Rio Grande Valley and South Texas with these well-deserved recognitions.

McAllen Holiday Parade, presented by H-E-B, Partners with L&F Distributors and Budweiser to Get into Spirit of the Holiday Texas Border Business Now in its 5th year, the McAllen Holiday Parade, presented by H-E-B, continues to find ways to connect to the community.

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