Again, anything that happens both here and in Manhattan is better here. This afternoon at 12:58, the Brooklyn St. Patrick's Day Parade started at the end of my block. You can see the crowds whipped into an anticipatory frenzy.









Nineteen minutes later, the parade has literally passed me by.












The only dogs qualified to march.







What eggs are to omelets . . .














Cub Scouts still exist!














Irish dancers














Now here's something interesting. This is an old-tyme trolley from historic Green Wood Cemetary, serving Brooklyn's corpses since the van Buren administration. Why do they have a commemorative trolley, and who would want to ride in it?














Lucky shamrock horse. There were only two parts to the parade after the four horses passed, a giant sanitation truck with a guy who jumped out to shovel up the occasional horse dropping, and a street sweeper. So half an hour after the totally tidy parade, not only was there no trash, but our street was freshly washed.