While the Spanish Town Mardi Gras Parade is my main celebration of the season, due to my proximity to the madness, I’ve also had some great Mardi Gras experiences in New Roads and Mamou.
But there’s nothing quite like Carnival in New Orleans. The sheer size of the festivities and the intensity of the celebrants make it a never-to-be-forgotten event.
My favorite New Orleans Mardi Gras memories include:
This last incident happened on the Mardi Gras after Hurricane Katrina when the city was still struggling to recover — and, it seemed at times, to just survive.
It might not have been the biggest Mardi Gras in the history of New Orleans, but to those of us there, it was a first step back … and we couldn’t imagine being any place else at that particular time.
Larry J. Landry says our mention of newspaper delivery reminds him of his paper route in Arabi in 1948-50 when he delivered by bicycle to 60 to 80 customers.
Larry says that at 77, “I still deliver papers. I walk in my neighborhood at sunrise, pick up the papers and put them near people’s doors.”
Cecile M. Poirrier Bush says the Krewe of Roadkill, which cooked a huge pig during the Spanish Town Mardi Gras Parade, isn’t the first to use the slogan “No Swine Before Its Time.”
She points out that it’s the motto of Three Little Pigs Bar-B-Q in Memphis, Tenn.
Cecile says Three Little Pigs was established in 1987, and uses the “No Swine Before Its Time” motto on T-shirts and menus and in its advertisements.
Pat McCarthy wants some answers.
He says that for 30 years, “my dentist and the professional organizations have been discouraging the use of ‘firm’ toothbrushes.”
Pat says this has resulted in brushes that seem to be made of goose down.
But toothpaste seems to be getting more gritty all the time, and some of it feels like it has sand in it.
What’s up with that, he wonders.
From Harry Clark, of Lafayette: “Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut and still think they are sexy.”
Danny Hogan says, “My wife and I were having dinner with our grandkids the other night, and I asked them if they thought I was old.
“Sophia, my 5-year-old granddaughter, said yes, so I asked her how old she thought that I was.
“She said 230.
“Guess I need Botox or something. …”
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