Monday, March 18, 2013

Super Sunday, "Backstage"

Yesterday was Super Sunday, the day the Mardi Gras Indians all come out together in one place in their finest regalia. An Indian, a young man, lives around the corner from us. As I walked Floyd, I saw him (the man) sitting on his porch, casually, in everyday wear, a tank top and shorts, chatting with his lady; his fabulous intricately decorated red costume stood propped up next to him, waiting to be donned when the time came. It was like seeing the performer backstage, the funny realization that in regular life, these fabulous characters are just regular people, living regular lives, just like you and me.

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