One would think from the choice of today's image that I am depressed or, at least, feeling a misfit. Untrue. There are no misfits in New Orleans. I am the happiest person I know.
Rather than try to come up with something original about my first Mardi Gras, I thought I would just heavily edit a song I was thinking of this morning before went to see the Zulu parade.
I left the North.
I travelled South.
I found a tiny house.
I can't help the way I feel.
And I realized, I realized
That I could never
I could never, never go back home again.
'nuff said.
Happy Mardi Gras to all.
Lent begins tomorrow.
With a tip of the fedora and a handshake,
WK
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