The Carnival
No, we’re not in New Orleans this year. And won’t even be celebrating in Dearborn, because I’m out of town on a professional thing.
And that’s OK, I guess. I’ve been aware of the schedule of parades, but not so much consumed about imagining what’s going on down there. I did change my Facebook status this morning to "Randy is thinking about the Avenue." This made one of my friends ask why I was thinking about a store for plus-sized women, and I responded:
Ah. As I tell my students, I should have been more specific, used concrete details.
I am thinking of St. Charles Avenue, graciously curving in harmony with the Mississippi River a mile away, the live oaks overspreading the streetcar tracks, the sounds of distant drums as evening settles in, the pungent smell of the flambeau lighting the way for colors, lights, tinsel, imagination, hands waving, people screaming, girls dancing, boys marching and the whole mad show of papier maché, cheap beads, cold fried chicken and spilled beer. And yes, my dears, it is the old Carnival come again with the spring.
And now I’m thinking it was more on my mind, than I realized.
And that’s OK, I guess. I’ve been aware of the schedule of parades, but not so much consumed about imagining what’s going on down there. I did change my Facebook status this morning to "Randy is thinking about the Avenue." This made one of my friends ask why I was thinking about a store for plus-sized women, and I responded:
Ah. As I tell my students, I should have been more specific, used concrete details.
I am thinking of St. Charles Avenue, graciously curving in harmony with the Mississippi River a mile away, the live oaks overspreading the streetcar tracks, the sounds of distant drums as evening settles in, the pungent smell of the flambeau lighting the way for colors, lights, tinsel, imagination, hands waving, people screaming, girls dancing, boys marching and the whole mad show of papier maché, cheap beads, cold fried chicken and spilled beer. And yes, my dears, it is the old Carnival come again with the spring.
And now I’m thinking it was more on my mind, than I realized.