The Northside Skull-and-Bones Gang parades through the neighborhood to wake everyone up for Mardi Gras Day at 5:00AM.
I said to Elizabeth, "It is very rare for me to be in a good mood."
She said, "I know. It's kind of eerie."
I am almost giddy. It is like the air is full of pheromones.
Mia always makes a point to stop by and say hello. She is twenty-one:
I am very happy. My neighborhood is very busy. I live about a mile from the French Quarter so people were passing my house en route, all dressed in costumes, both on foot and on bicycles.
The Zulu parade rolls six blocks behind my house. My neighborhood, Tremé, is full of people. Everyone is happy. Everyone.
This is why the New Orleans year revolves around Mardi Gras.
This is not Mrs. King:
Be a New Orleanian, wherever you happen to be today. Make some good memories. Happy Mardi Gras!
