I Love A Parade

Oh, I love a parade . . .

. . . as long as it's the St. Patrick's Day parade in New London.

Because, right?

I'm not much for military-might. But the Coasties?

Oh, we here in New London love the Coasties.

Okay, okay, we love the Navy, too . . .

. . . oh, and look! These guys. We love these guys, too.

But mostly . . .

. . . we love the family with which we watched the parade . . .

. . . I tried so hard to make this kid smile . . .

. . . close. So close.

. ..  and then his sister walked -- nay, marched -- by.

And then?

Our most beloved State Rep Mr. Chris Soto marched by, too. We are lucky to have this man working for us in Hartford. He is good, good people . . .  

. . . plus? He can do an Irish jig.

The Green Street contingent. The zero-degree weather scared away the masses. Did the weather scare us away?

As if.

Because we had a trombone . . .

. . . and a non-tuba.

Wouldn't this kid's mom love this photo?

The Hibernians, godblesstheirsouls.

. . . and the Hibernian's girl. Only in New London do you get half-a-head-a-cabbage as a parade treat . . .

Don't you think for one second I didn't serenade the Scarecrow as she walked down the street . . .

I could while away the hours, 

conferrin' with the flowers 

Consultin' with the rain. 

And Dorothy? With the shoes?

And Toto too? 

And Toto too.

Oh, wait. I think the kid is finally smiling . . .

. . . must be the pony.

Bye-bye Parade . . .

. . . and hello Mr. Dibble!

Look at these two -- adorable, right?

I mean, can you stand it?

Frankly, the adorableness abounded . . . 

. . . aw . . . 

. . . aw . . . 

. . . aw . . .

. . . aw . . .

Top O' the Mornin', y'all.