This was a busy weekend.  Most of Sunday was consumed by Father’s Day activities (including a visit from my dad, who the boys treated to an air guitar concert with the inflatable Wiggles guitars they won at the Italian Festival).  But the highlight of Saturday was Separation Day in Old New Castle.

I owned a house on Delaware Street in Old New Castle for about five years before I got married.  I might have lived there even longer, but after Mrs. Denn and I got engaged she stated that my house had one bathroom, hers in Wilmington had two, and we were not going to start out our lives together sharing a bathroom.  Anyway, Separation Day is a little bit like homecoming for me.  Alyssa, Alissa, Julie, and Erica were there to put stickers on people and carry the Mother of All Banners, and I was there primarily to haul the boys in their wagon.  High point: Zach and Adam jumped out of the wagon near the grandstand, Adam took over pulling the wagon and Zach began to shake hands with people along the sidewalk.  Low point: Adam got back in the wagon and let me resume pulling it, and just as I was walking in front of the grandstand and saying hi to the crowd, I heard them collectively gasp and saw that Zach had tried to dive back into the wagon while it was moving and instead had face planted on the pavement.  No blood, no tears, I scooped him up and kept on moving, but it’s not exactly how we had planned the big finish.