Pick at the parades

I would never quite have believed it, but my Daddy is the one you need on your team when it comes down to grabbing beads. He ducked under the barricades and ran out into the parades to collect beads off the street even. The outside daylight pictures here are from the Mullet Point parade. It's not as posh as the other parades. The floats look home-made, there are plenty of bad redneck rock bands playing in the backs of flatbed trucks and a Harley flotilla brings up the rear. But they do throw the beads!