Mardi Gras by Bob Trammell
- Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday, making me remember the good time I had with five friends and thousands of new acquaintances several years ago at Mardi Gras in New Orleans. I never went back* because it was easily the most fun I ever had and there does not seem to be any possible way that could be duplicated. And those friends have scattered, two dropping out of sight, another moving to another state, one passed away and one is still my crazy friend Cary who I pick up with where we left off every time I see him.
- On Ash Wednesday, the revelers will wake up to a city with perfectly clean and strangely quiet streets. The ankle deep trash that is allowed to be dropped in the French Quarter during Mardi Gras will have been swept away by people hard at work during the night.
- On that Ash Wednesday, during the long drive back to Atlanta and just out of New Orleans, we had a flat tire on the van. Later, when Ed took it to be repaired, he was told it had a bullet in it. Just part of the New Orleans experience and no real surprise to any of us.
* This was before Hurricane Katrina. I have been back to New Orleans since, but not to Mardi Gras.
