 Why are they throwing a parade for Hank?
There was the usual welcoming crowd for a celebrity, and the usual speeches by the usual politicians who met him at the airport which had once been twenty miles outside of Croton, but which the growing city had since engulfed and placed well within its boundaries. There he sat between the mayor and a nervous young coed chosen as homecoming queen, and looked out at the police and fire department bands, the National Guard, the boy scouts and girl scouts, the Elks and Masons. The head of the American Legion and the chief of police, who had escorted him on this trip from the square, didn't ask to go in with him.
 Hank is back from the dead.
 Hank is back from a mission to Mars.  Hank is back from an experimental continent-to-continent flight.  Hank is back from the dead.  Hank is back from beyond the Great Frontier.