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Saturday, March 17, 2018
No Rain on the Parade...
but there were a few snow flurries! It is, as they say here, Baltic out there. 😊 Nevertheless, the parade must go on and the sign in town said it would commence at 2:30 sharp, so at 2:29, Bill and I stepped outside to await the man himself.
He was followed by large trucks with bunting and flags, the fire truck, a few groups of cold looking children wearing sparkly headbands, and some bagpipers--not a good day for kilt wearing even with cool knee socks. Everyone who was not in an enclosed vehicle looked like they were freezing, but some seemed to be having a good time in spite of the wind and cold.
the love bug showed up
Then it was done. We stepped back inside and had a cuppa. Now the sun's out.