We celebrated in New London yesterday, with a Parade for the Ages.
That's right. Mr. D.
It was lovely.
Wanna see some photos?
Best view in town.
The mustaches are a nice touch.
The once and future Grand Marshall.
Sporting the colors.
Minuteman Press is in every shot.
|photo: Sean D. Elliot, The Day|
There is only one person all of us could ever be this excited to see . . .
. . . O'Hsinnessey!
There were lots of uniforms being rocked . . .
. . . and our adorable friend Eva . . .
. . . and our Northern Indian Restaurant neighbor . . .
. . . and the Leprechaun who leapt off his float to get his photo taken.
Let's Go Whalers!
Whaler Pride, baby.
And what's a parade without Daisys . . .
. . . and men dressed in doggie suits?
We ran out of
. . . the parade was over.
But what a parade it was.
Oh, and did I mention?