New Orleans    At the crack of dawn something was passing in front of the house.  There was some solitary shuffling, some rattling, a shout of “come on!,” and the deep, hollow blare of a long horn.  I didn’t move a muscle.  No reason to heed any of this.  Today is Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and that was simply the sound of someone having a personal parade.

Worth thinking about but for all the finger pointing and harrumphing around the world about New Orleans and Mardi Gras, perhaps the world would be a better place if there were more opportunities for people to have their own personal parade from time to time?  There are a lot of worse ways for people to make their mark than by grabbing a long horn and letting out a deep cry in the early morning fog to greet another day.