Bring on the tootsie rolls

I was up to the small town of Trimont today for their annual summer festival and parade. The parade was, in a word, slight. It was short, and not that exciting. (Ah, for the days of the glorious Catfish Days parade -- now that was something.) I know I've made this point before, but I'm not sure that I ever made it in print: parades are the only time (one hopes) where parents not only allow but encourage their kids to pick up food lying in the street.