Thanks for all your hard work, folks!


We’ll be attending the St Paddy’s parade in Mobile on St Patrick’s Day and intended to include those pics with these but decided this was long enough for one outing.  If I can convince my Bride to put out another one, I will.  If not, then Happy Saint Paddy’s Day one and all…

We were going to close this here but decided to throw in a little tribute to the folks who follow the parades and clean up the mess.  Following is a collage of these folks in action.

Welcome to another parade update from warm and sunny south Alabama!  If you are still receiving these things after being afforded the option of bailing out after our Mardi Gras whimperings, you are what we affectionately call the Triple 7 Gang.  You are one of the 777 members of our e-mail list who decided to stay after 63 other less than dedicated persons of questionable character hit the bricks after our previous edition.  We’ll get right to it then and attempt to provide you with all the meaningless drivel and useless trivia you have come to expect from a couple of senior citizens who have yet to grow up. 


After our marathon Mardi Gras parade participation, we trekked off to New Orleans on Saturday, March 11, to attend our absolute favorite Saint Patrick’s parade through the Irish Channel.  This parade runs along Magazine Street between Jefferson and Jackson Streets and offers an abundance of kilt clad Irishmen in various states of inebriation...

These barbarians were quickly dispatched once the Irish Brigade arrived to the torrent of the pipes…

St. Paddy's Day                                                          March 17, 2017

And finally, we settled into parade mode with the arrival of a multitude of colorful floats with riders throwing all manner of beads and other do-dads as well as cabbage, carrots, potatoes and onions...

Being Irish, at least for the day, some will simply “go ugly early” and settle for the nearest target if a willing female isn’t available...

“You’ll shoot your eye out, kid”


At the end of the day, the Bryan Family Fortune had increased by 50 or 60 pounds of beads, 19 head of cabbage, red potatoes, sweet onions and enough Top Ramen to feed a class of preschool kids for a month or two…

And here is my personal favorite...

There was one group that no fun-loving Irishman dared to mess with as they came charging up the street sporting war paint with shields held high and broadswords drawn shouting “FREEEEDOM!!!”

The flowers they are carrying are similar to the worthless beads our ancestors traded to the Indians to purchase Manhattan Island; these are traded to those few ladies in the crowd who rode with biker gangs, once made a living as roller derby queens or were recently shunned by the Quakers...

Did you happen to notice all the flowers?  Top of the morning, y’all!  CC and me