St. Patrick’s Day is BIG in the Savannah area. Our neighborhood held it’s annual parade yesterday.
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| Lining up to march |
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| Dressed in green |
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| The fire truck leads the parade |
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| Everybody seems to own a golf cart. There is no golf course in my neighborhood. It’s just what you do. Bill says it’s because it’s so hot in the summer that you need a golf cart to get to your mailbox. You have to experience the heat to really understand what he means. |
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| I don’t know this child, but he’s really cute. |
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| I DO know this kid, and think he’s really cute too. |
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| After the parade. |
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| Mary was posing in an arabesque, of sorts. If you look closely, you can see Peter’s green shirt and head peeking from behind. He wanted to be in the picture, but she did not want him to. She would stop her pose to push him out of the way. It’s the dual nature of little girls: grace vs. grit. |
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| Enjoying the after-parade picnic. |
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| A private repast in a shady locale. |
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