My Spy Boy saw your Spy Boy, Sitting by the Bay-o

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[font size=4]My Spy Boy told your Spy Boy
I'm gonna set your flag on Fi-o[/font]

Couldn't be in New Orleans today, but my heart was there.
Born in New Orleans, Baptist Hospital on Napoleon Ave, 1950.
Grew up Working Class Uptown.
Love the city,
and love the Mardi Gras.

If this country ever breaks apart,
I'm staying with the part that gets New Orleans.

Though our bodies couldn't be in New Orleans today,
we are eating Gumbo, Shrimp, and Boudin tonight,
and singing Dr John.

To all the New Orleans natives,
and all those with New Orleans in their heart....
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Jockomo feeno ah na ney
JOckomo feena nay!

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1. that was a terrific version by Dr. John

thanks!

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2. And Thank You.

...NOW, today,...... many New Orleans hangovers,
but it is amazing how fast New Orleans can clean up the mess.

One of the most remarkable events I have ever witnessed is what happens (or USED to happen) in the French Quarter at midnight on Mardi Gras.
Somewhere, somebody threw a switch, and turned it all off,
followed by the somber street sweepers and clean up crews.

It has been many years since I have been in The Quarter at midnight on Mardi Gras,
and I wouldn't be surprised to find that the Commercial Interests have found a way to keep the money machine going,
but in the 50s & 60s , it was literally like a switch was thrown.


I toyed with the idea of decorating our little 4WD Ford Truck,
driving around the Arkansas dirt roads blasting MardiGras music,
pulling up in our rural neighbor's yards,
and throwing some of our old beads at them,
but we would probably get shot.

The Gumbo was good,
the Shrimp excellent,
and too much wine yesterday,
but my wife & I had a good, if private, Mardi Gras.

Thanks again for your greeting, cher!
Laissez les bons temps rouler