It was a happy Memorial Day, indeed. I hope yours was lovely too. The parade in town was probably the best we’ve attended in the last 5 years or so. It was sunny and warm but not humid, a great start. The baby didn’t fuss once, and the 4 year old picked up a ton of candy. Yeah, these days they throw candy to the kids along the parade route. How’s that for a mega-change from what I grew up with.

Along with the requisite fire trucks and jeeps, we saw karate demonstrations and classic cars, horses and riders sporting fancy equestrian clothing, and even a couple of burros. And of course, along with the vets and active service men and women, we saw the scouts.

That was big fun because our oldest was marching with the Cub Scouts. And he actually wasn’t acting too crazy. In fact, he looked like a proper little gentleman and well prepared scout as he marched by. So cute.

Somehow, though, in spite of his proper appearance at the midpoint of the route where we were positioned, he managed to end the parade with a hat full of candy. I mean it. FULL of candy.

Different times.