It seems all parades must start with sirens. And while babies and adults cringe at the blaring, those in between, like a certain son of mine, loves it!
There were old queens...
...and new ones.
And tell me, what parade is complete without a Shriners' clown?
Now, despite what you may have been led to believe, this is NOT how we southerners roll (anymore, at least), but it does make a good entry in a parade with the theme of "Preserving Our Heritage".
My son came prepared. He has been to enough parades in his wee little life to know there is always the possibility for CANDY!
Here's Ronald drumming up a little business - as if any kid needs to be talked into going to his place.
Of course, the best part of a parade is sharing it with the people you love. That's my dad and mom, along with John-Heath, my sister, John, and my brother-n-law.And this is who they all came to see...
Ren -or as John-Heath called her- the "Queen Strawberry", seen here hamming a bit before the parade.
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