I love a parade.

One of the perks of being a baseball player around here is the opportunity to march in the Memorial Day parade. Grandma Franklin dropped our very own slugger off at the starting point, while Glenn and I staked out a spot on the grassy median somewhere along the route.

We are a fairly small little suburb, and so our parade is quite humble.

Besides the baseball players, you have the color guard,the high school marching band (featuring our favorite flautist!),the Scouts, the mayor, the volunteer firefighters, and a couple of old cars.

The main attraction is the candy that the various participants throw to the spectators. And Andrew took his job very seriously.The girls took their job very seriously as well, filling a huge bag load of treats that were showered upon them.

With beautiful weather, a hefty garage cleaning, a bit of gardening, a little time on the new PS3 (more on that later), and a BBQ with the Chattertons and Barnes, the parade was the perfect addition to a lovely Memorial Day.