Parades, Day One, Part One

My buddy Eric B. and a friend of his kindly offered to take us up to Napolean and St. Charles to watch the day parades. It didn't take the kids more than about 10 minutes to get the drill down, and to bury themselves in beads. That this was Iris (notortiously stingy when I was a kid) was amazing.

Tucks has grown up further since I left town. While they have the sort of smaller floast I recall from my youth watching mid-City roll down Canal, it is a far cry from the truck floats and pickup trucks I recall. (I ususally didn't make Tucks, or the Krewe of Dreux, on Saturdays).

Either Eric or his friend caught a spear, and gave it to my son. I ended up holding it, and Eric said the way I was holding it so white-knuckled tight and waving it about, it was--for me--the spear I'd never caught as a kid. He's probably right.

Brian has found another MoMs Ball ticket, so Eric and Ron will come. I have a ride, and can just party.