martinimade

This Saturday, I helped shepherd a bunch of Brownies down Main Street for the annual holiday parade. Of course, one of those Brownies was my own.

There were dancing Santas.

And baby alpacas.

What I mostly saw was this: 

All of the Girl Scouts in the parade were wearing chef's hats and aprons because they were collecting food for the local food bank. I was simply stunned by the amount of canned goods, etc., folks gave us along the parade route. Which tells you something about both my low expectations and the generosity of people in the region.

A fine time was had by all, it seems, even though hot cocoa needed to be applied so that we could feel our fingers again. Which is what you expect in late November but I foolishly failed to bring either gloves or a hot cup of joe to carry with me. Next year.