Nothing is easy on the Denn campaign. Yesterday was the Newark Halloween Parade. As previously noted, Adam was Winnie the Pooh and Zach was Tigger. So far, so good. At about 2:00 yesterday, Winnie and Tigger piled into the Ford Focus, and we embarked on the 15 minute drive to the parade site.
I finally rousted Pooh and Tigger, loaded them into their wagon, and we hustled to our spot in the parade. And from there on, it was great. The boys had an absolute blast. If you haven’t been to the Newark parade before, there are thousands of people jammed onto Main Street to watch it, and to the boys’ delight a lot of them are other kids in costume. We saw several Elmos, a couple of Piglets and Eeyores, at least a dozen Spidermans, and of course, a few other Poohs and Tiggers. We also saw my mother, who panicked some of Delaware’s finest (we were marching right behind the police cars) by racing into the street to kiss the boys. We were a few spots behind a high school marching band, so we had music, and were initially lined up in front of local Brownie troop, giving the boys several dozen little girls to flirt with. All in all, a perfect afternoon.
Thanks to the Jack Markell campaign, who let the parade organizers know that we were on the way & not to give up our spot, and to John Carney, who snapped this picture of Pooh, Tigger, and dad as the parade was kicking off.
By 2:02, both were fast asleep.
We got to the parade at 2:15, and then sat in the Focus for almost 45 minutes while the boys snored away. I preoccupied myself by curling up in the fetal position in the front seat of the car, turning on the radio, and waiting for Merrill Reese to announce the next insane Eagles blunder that would finally drop us out of playoff contention. (As you probably know, the Eagles were able to pull it out. Now I am convinced that a victory against Dallas next week will turn the entire season around. Do not call me after 8:00 this Sunday.)
We got to the parade at 2:15, and then sat in the Focus for almost 45 minutes while the boys snored away. I preoccupied myself by curling up in the fetal position in the front seat of the car, turning on the radio, and waiting for Merrill Reese to announce the next insane Eagles blunder that would finally drop us out of playoff contention. (As you probably know, the Eagles were able to pull it out. Now I am convinced that a victory against Dallas next week will turn the entire season around. Do not call me after 8:00 this Sunday.)
I finally rousted Pooh and Tigger, loaded them into their wagon, and we hustled to our spot in the parade. And from there on, it was great. The boys had an absolute blast. If you haven’t been to the Newark parade before, there are thousands of people jammed onto Main Street to watch it, and to the boys’ delight a lot of them are other kids in costume. We saw several Elmos, a couple of Piglets and Eeyores, at least a dozen Spidermans, and of course, a few other Poohs and Tiggers. We also saw my mother, who panicked some of Delaware’s finest (we were marching right behind the police cars) by racing into the street to kiss the boys. We were a few spots behind a high school marching band, so we had music, and were initially lined up in front of local Brownie troop, giving the boys several dozen little girls to flirt with. All in all, a perfect afternoon.Thanks to the Jack Markell campaign, who let the parade organizers know that we were on the way & not to give up our spot, and to John Carney, who snapped this picture of Pooh, Tigger, and dad as the parade was kicking off.
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