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.