No lie, I was excited about walking in the St. Patrick’s Day parade Sunday in New Haven. I spent 27 years on-the-air there. I know lots of people. Even more people know me. Doing stuff like this is my crack cocaine!
I met our group far up on Chapel Street and waited. This wouldn’t be as much of a wait as Saturday.
Meanwhile with a few extra minutes I walked around and schmoozed.
I visited Chaz and AJ from WPLR. They were up the block holding court with two attractive almost fully dressed young women (green stockings–nice touch). They were within spitting distance of a large group recreating Civil War era dress.
At the corner were members of the Emerald Society, the Irish police fraternity. I got to learn the story of Sidney and Libby Glucksman the Holocaust survivor husband and wife who owned a tailor shop on the block. Years of walking the beat yields good stories!
The parade began. Rachel Frank, Sarah Cody and I crisscrossed the street walking from curb-to-curb as our co-workers rode on our ‘float.’ I hugged lots of women, posed for pictures, petted dogs, picked up babies and shook hands. A few people told me they were my Facebook friends–very cool.
It was great! The sky was blue. The crowd was friendly. The temperature was just warm enough to be comfy.
You Irish folks know how to throw a party. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.