Tastemaker

So it was rainy, windy, and very un-June-like on Saturday afternoon in Livingston Manor. But even so, the Trout Parade kicked so much ass! What really surprised me is how many people turned out to watch. Main Street was lined with kids and strollers and dogs and huge puppets and weird hooa-hoopers and three or four bands, including the Williamsburg Brooklyn's own celebrated Hungry Marching Band, and a trout puppet as big as a Chinese dragon, and fish hats and a someone dressed up as a giant purple sea snail! Wheee!

We missed the music in the bandstand on account of the rainclouds, and the line for funnel cakes was too long, but I am now determined to march in next year's Trout Parade. it really was the Mermaid Day Parade of the Catskills!