
I was fortunate enough to be stationed on the floor...as close to the magnificent floats as you are to your televisions right now...even closer to all the wonderful people.
Fifteen-thousand men and women wearing tuxes and tails and lavish evening gowns. The veteran campaigners were wearing running shoes. The bands were tremendous; it seemed as though the wise guys played for two hours straight.
Tables full of food and adult beverages all brought from home...nary a concession stand. Plus, the throws all were magnificent...many unique. everything from Endymion amulets to ladies undergarments. For the record, I checked...those were *indeed* legit throw items and not *pre-owned*, if you will.. I left with a bag full of momentos and memories.
Complete strangers offering food and drink. But, then again, nobody is a stranger during Mardi Gras. At least, they shouldn't be.
This is a time to enjoy our many blessings and, one another. As I headed home on a still, foggy Saturday night, I caught myself smiling and realizing how greatful and glad I am to call this wonderful city, warts and all, home.
Yes, this is my first Mardi Gras season in New Orleans, but God willing, it is far from my last.
The victim told investigators that she sells sweets and snacks from her residence and allowed two subjects inside her home
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