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JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY

Mardi Gras is officially over in New Orleans. The weather was beautiful and the atmosphere seemed festive. I viewed the parades from the comfort of my living room. The local news stations do an incredible job of live streaming the parades and sights that are not rated X. Our Mardi Gras menu included hot dogs with chili, white beans with sausage, king cake, chips and sodas. We had an enjoyable time. Growing up in New Orleans all we knew were parades and lots of them. We lived one block off of historic St. Charles Avenue so parades were like breathing. What I didn't know as a young child was that not everyone had Fat Tuesday celebrations in their home towns. For most people it was just another Tuesday. My brother Kermit met a tourist today who took a picture with him. No doubt the words on her sign resonated with him as they did with me. Well it was anything but another Tuesday for those of us blessed to live in New Orleans. Yeah ya right!

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  1. I got a chance to see a tribe of Indians, just looking out of my back door towards one of the main streets in our city. They paraded right pass my kitchen window, so I went out on the front porch and watched the procession. As any New Orleanian knows, the customs were simply BEAUTIFUL! I also enjoyed the parades from the live TV coverage. No, it was not just another Tuesday in New Orleans.

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  2. Shena,
    I enjoyed reliving Mardi GRAS through your blog. I heard the sounds of the city, tasted the great food of my heritage, and saw the colors of the parades. What a wonderful tribute to a great city.

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