I'm fairly sure my mom thinks she has some sort of good parking spot karma. Whenever we are hunting for a spot she says, "I KNOW we are going to get a good one. The perfect spot is here for us."
This new-agey parking mantra, led me to take my parallel parking skills to a whole new level.
The girls were really excited about the parade and these flags - more so about the acquistion of something new than the patriotic meaning I think I could safely say. But still, they looked adorable.
After having watched the Bangor/Brewer parade the last few years (and getting choked with fire engine after ambulance after random cars filled with people) I can say this parade beat the pants off of Bangor's. There was a little bit of everything, including hardy amounts of candy throwing and, yes, a few beauty queens and even a beauty KING.
I'm always a sucker for an elderly marine.
We saw giant lobsters,
Fred Flinstone's rear end,
Hello freaking Kitty,
a group marching to support Obama (who were met with equal cheering and booing interestingly enough),
and even the peace and justice people made it out. I tell you, I am a fan of the granola Fourth of July parade.
Maya got really into the flag waving. I think maybe she thought the amount of candy thrown was in direct proportion to the amount she waved it.
We drove to Birchpoint State Park (Lucia Beach) where you pay a fee on the honor system and, today anyway, enjoy the thunderous surf that you can hear but barely see through the fog. We ate a picnic lunch and played on the beach for a while and then headed into Camden to listen to a patriotic band playing in the amphitheater. It was a tad boring, with the majority of the audience age 85 and over, and they would have been much better suited in a parade, but the kids were mostly content gorging themselves on their cache of candy.
Thanks Grandma for a super fun day!
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