The first of the season

On my way home from the park this morning I walked right into some of the first sights of Mardi Gras...fat, drunk men in drag trading flowers and beads for kisses. So, I stepped right up so I could bring home a bouquet, my first treasures of this Carnival season.


The Jefferson City Buzzards were making a trial run, just like last year, stopping at all the bars along Magazine, making sure their dancing shoes fit and their sons and nephews donning skirts and long locks for the first time knew the drill. Where else do young men aspire to wear skirts and parade through the city kissing women. Well, maybe such aspirations happen everywhere, but where else would one have the opportunity to have a police escort to do so besides our city?