D and LK picked me up shortly before noon to drive me to Jersey for our day with HH. Along the way, they picked up SYB, and breakfast. Door-to-door service and fresh-baked pear-apricot danish — sweet!
We met HH at his new(ish) home, and then set out for our day’s adventure. Earlier in the week, he and I consulted the Time Out Millburn for goings on around town. As luck would have it, our Sunday visit coincided with Millburn’s 23rd Annual Snowflake Parade.
Everybody loves a parade! I’m not sure why, but I am particularly fond of these small town parades, though truth be told, Millburn isn’t all that small; the 2000 U.S. Census puts the township population at just under 20,000. The five of us took a brisk, ten minute stroll to the turn-of-the-century downtown, along neat, tree-lined streets. We arrived just as the parade was getting started. From the distance, the (sometimes not so PC) announcer introduced each group of parade participants to the waiting crowds lining Main Street, Millburn.
All the essential parade elements were there: the brass band…
… the Brownie and Girl Scout troops…
…clowns, floats…
…giddy spectators….
…men in kilts…
…Shriners in weird little cars…
…high school marching band — this one led by one very young and very energetic bandleader…
…flag twirlers….
…Minnie and (surely not a Disney-approved) Mickey.
Afterwards, Santa needed a bit of assistance to dismount from the town firetruck.
When it was all over, the police reopened Main Street, as a Snowman and a Dalmatian wandered among the townsfolk to the endless delight of the younger set.
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