This article made me melacholy but there’s no time for that. Let’s turn those frowns upside down!
Melancholy reveler
There’s a hole in his heart, but the parade must go on
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Chris RoseSo the season is upon us.
In some pockets of town, I see the banners, flags, bunting and lights with the colors that speak to my spirit, and I hear Al “Carnival Time” Johnson on the radio calling me to fall in.
By this time of year, I have usually wiped down the ladder that has been stowed in the shed for a year, making sure the safety straps, bead hooks and cup holders — especially the cup holders — are tight and secure.
Sometimes I’ll have added a fresh coat of paint.
But it’s still in the shed as I write this. I’ll get it out. Soon.
I see the empty stands down on The Avenue, waiting for the revelers to come. For some reason, I have always been rendered wistful by the sight of deserted stands and stadiums and this year it’s a small hole in my heart.
Read the rest here at nola.com:
http://www.nola.com/living/t-p/rose/index.ssf?/base/living-0/1140336013283600.xml
Editor’s note: Sorry Amber, for copyright propriety’s sake, I edited the full text of the article out, and gave a link to the Times-Picayune’s website.