Super Sunday. Super Funday. Chapter 633.
Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three. Come with me to Central City where Leather Tuscadero and I went to see the Mardi Gras Indians.
I did not take pictures of the Indians. That is not what I do.
It is impossible to cage a spirit that is free.
We went to A.L Davis Park in Central City. I rarely visit Central City. Leather Tuscadero visits even less. Leather Tuscadero has no business to speak of in Central City. Leather Tuscadero is a Quarter Rat.
Aim high because the arrow will always fall short.
The secret to happiness is low expectations.
Leather always says that I talk in isms.
I know you want me to talk about Super Sunday and the Mardi Gras Indians but I have been busy reading Louisiana state law, and local City of New Orleans statutes governing the ownership of simian animals as pets.
Owning a monkey has been illegal since the days of the hurdy-gurdy man.
Have you ever seen a monkey dance to an organ grinder while holding out a little bellhop’s cap in his hand? Who can resist putting a shiny dime in a monkey’s hat.
Do you know what I do for a living?
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Uptown Super Sunday this year was great. I think Leather and I are going to do Bayou Super Sunday next weekend. It is rare to see the Mardi Gras Indians in full regalia. It is a privilege.