{"id":19261,"date":"2014-03-02T09:32:01","date_gmt":"2014-03-02T14:32:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=19261"},"modified":"2014-03-02T09:39:56","modified_gmt":"2014-03-02T14:39:56","slug":"the-best-parade-i-never-went-to","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=19261","title":{"rendered":"The best parade I never went to"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yesterday, Endymion, one of the largest parades rolled down a block away from our house. There is always a sense of excitement anticipating a Carnival parade here in New Orleans, but Endymion is no ordinary parade – it’s a super krewe with a large following. <\/p>\n

When I first moved into the Spirit House<\/a> I instantly missed the front porch of the LaLa<\/a> and kept thinking of how I was going to have a porch built – especially when there was so little space between the house and the sidewalk. I spent a good portion of the days I’ve lived in the Spirit House trying to design that porch into our lives. <\/p>\n

Then Endymion came yesterday, and we got all the folding chairs we have and set them in front, and so did my neighbors, and the other neighbors with their newly built porch, well, they came down and set up their folding chairs on the sidewalk, and then the other neighbors, who have a porch, were straining to see, so they came down and spent the afternoon on their stairs. Because yesterday, was a day to be outside, and to be up close to the action – a touch away from all the costumed revelers walking to and from the parade. <\/p>\n

A box full of colored chalk and markers kept the children busy under our legs while us adults sat and enjoyed the spectacle of a beautiful day, drinking wine, eating moros y cristianos<\/a>, and chatting away about this and that. When the parade began to roll, you could hear the thunder of the marching bands and the crowd going nuts – and friends brought Tin with the other kids back and forth to the parade, returning with armfuls and bagfuls of booty – beads, frisbees, lighted sticks, stuffed animals. <\/p>\n

All the while, I sat in my camping chair – like Mother Goose – watching the parade come to me. <\/p>\n

Every one loves a parade, and this was the best parade I never went to<\/em>. <\/p>\n

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