Politicians with candy

Today our fair town held its annual Halloween parade, an event to which we are becoming regular attendees. The O'Neal Boys went as Incredibles, and did their best to display their super-suits with pride despite the cold, Isaac shivering and his extremities turning mildly blue before allowing us to put his jacket on.



This town takes their Halloween parade seriously. The three years now that we've attended, it's been nearly an hour long and jam-packed with entertainment, usually with no less than 4 marching bands. I like to complain, however, that the parade is marching-band rich and candy poor. You'd think it was run by dentists, with all the flyers and stickers being handed out. Last year, a major election year, was so mystifying to me. Every single policitican running for a major seat walked in our parade, some even in awesome costumes, but not a one handed out candy. Seriously? If you want my vote? Invest in some stinkin' Tootsie Rolls.

This year was decidedly different. We got candy from boy scouts, girl scouts, fire fighters, a martial arts academy, and, importantly, from John Carney, our current Lieutenant Governor who's putting himself in the race for a promotion next year. His campaign gave us over half our candy haul, including a Hershey's miniature. For that, I will give him my vote. Because of his efforts, the fight over The Last Dum-Dum was staved off for a number of minutes.





The most fun thing about our town is how small-world it is; how easy it is on Main Street to run into people you've met before. For example? Our mayor, who we used as our lawyer when we closed on our house.



Of course, more fun is had in meeting up with one's buds, as we did with Camille and Noah's family.




Eventually we crashed from our sugar high and headed home. For some of us, this crash was a little more melodramatic than others.