On a spur of the moment decision, we managed to squeeze in one last beach trip to say farewell to summer. The weather was absolutely beautiful, and even though we didn't get to the beach until 1 AM, it was well worth it. With no reservation, we ended up getting a room with a great rate, but a not so great view. All the same, we woke up Saturday morning and everyone piled onto our miniature balcony to view the parking lot. Much to our surprise, there were kilted men with bagpipes and clowns and go karts and bands and Shriners everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Turns out there was a huge Shriner's parade that was really cool. Sometimes things just work out.
This was one of my personal favorites. Maybe no the best picture, but the guys line up behind this Suburban and drive over the top of it while it goes down the road. 
I have decided that being a Shriner has very little to do with helping children, and a lot more to do with old white guys being children. It's all good either way, but it is interesting to see what kind of spin men can put on something to have an excuse to ride a go kart. I have never seen so many go karts, nor such variety. I give them an "A" for creativity. I took this for PawPaw Freddie so he can see what we are getting him when he retires (just kidding-you know we are too cheap for that).
We hope you all have had a great summer like we have. Back to the grindstone!
