Irish Eyes

The New London St. Patrick's Day Parade was, as always, a delightful dose of joy and love and friends and kindness and adorableness.

New London rocked it.

And the musicians?

Off the charts.

I mean . . .

. . . these kids were phenomenal. Who carries a tuba on their shoulder? This kid, that's who.

The Whalers Marching Band . . . man, are they good. And delightful. And lovely.

And the crowd was pretty great, too.

See? Me. And so many of my wee friends.

We cheered madly for our little city and all the adorable participants.

Wait, not him. He's fake.

This guy.

And this girl.

And the guy on the far far left . . . And the kid above the "P" . . .

And our former Grand March-el . . .

. . . and our own Mr. Dibble . . .

. . . and us.

And the Poole Girls.

And the guy who has the Best Job in America.

And us.

Thank you, New London . . .

. . . for a St. Patrick's Day for the Ages.