I Love A Parade . . . I Just Really Do.

Everybody doesn't love a parade . . .

But I sure do.

Especially New London's own St. Patrick's Day Parade a week early, godbless.

Because of our local goddess Marshall, Donna O'Sullivan? . . .

. . . because of our pipers? . . .

. . . because of our Coasties? . . .

. . . because of our adorable friends? . . .

. . . because of the Whalers? . . .

. . . because of the Scouts? . . .

. . . because Mistah is a family match-maker? . . .

. . . because of Mister Dibble *and* Saint Francis?

. . . because the Firefighters have the Best Job In America? Especially the guy who gets to drive the back of the truck.

. . . because we are passionate and enthusiastic spectators?

. . . Seriously passionate. And seriously enthusiastic. Plus? Cabbage.

Because we have the best spot for a refreshing Guinness? . . .

. . . Yes. Yes, because of all that.

That is exactly why I Love A Parade. I Just Really Do.