Stampede 2020 is like every other party this year: cancelled. Not so much “yehaw” as “you better stay safe” sadly. But don’t fret fashion friends, your cowboy boots and hats and buckles and Canadian Tuxedo will wait dutifully until next year.

I was at a corporate event last week to kick off Stampede. While enjoy the bull busting a friend of a friend shared with me that she thought that Stampede was such a fun time for the city. I totally agree. What’s better than sunshine, midway junk food, rides, livestock, and well fitting jeans? Not much. 

Another Stampede is upon this great city and among the country bumpkin’ décor, I’ve noticed something. There’s a presence missing in the downtown-working crowd. I’m ready to put out a red-hallelujah-alert. As the parade came through our fine streets last Friday I asked myself: where have all the khaki’s gone? Sweet justice! The offenders have left the city.