Bored at the Parade

It is my 28th Mardi Gras, and this is my first time at the Krewe of the Ancient Druids parade. The first thing I think about is: I have stood in Druid ruins, and I don't see the connection. Ancient pagans practicing human sacrifice and believing in reincarnation? The Wicker Man going up in flames? No, no, no.


This parade takes forever to get down here to Lee Circle, and, when it does, I wonder what the Druids would think of large men wearing purple panties on their heads and riding smokey, stinky, growling beasts. Maybe this was their dark vision of the future.


But, that's all the Mardi Gras reflection I have time for because the floats are coming, and the beads rain down and the children run back and forth snatching jewels from the sky.