Once again, it was just Declan and I going to the Portland St. Patrick's Day parade. For years its been just our tradition. Tim almost came with us this year but didn't in the end. It was very cold and blustery especially right next to the harbor but we stuck it out.
Declan Patrick Charles McMahon was very excited for the parade. Mostly excited for people to throw candy at him.
Once again, we vowed to someday own an Irish Wolfhound. We make this vow every year and it hasn't happened yet. I think Taco would just love it. This one in the parade isn't even full grown.
I love the bagpipes. I could listen to them for hours. I also love men in kilts.
That is Senator Mike Michaud there on the left. Declan started cheering very loudly for him when I told him he was running for Governor of Maine and had a very good chance of making the current embarrassment in office go away.
The parade always ends with the Irish Step Dancers. There is a big school of Irish dancing here in Portland. I don't understand the need for the curly wigs or the gaudy outfits but its still fun to watch.
The parade always goes by too fast and we got out of there in search of heat and hot chocolate.