Before this year, the last time I was in New Orleans for Mardis Gras was in 1977. I still had seven years of drinking and drugging to do before getting sober in 1984. My most vivid memory of 1977 Mardis Gras was running down Magazine after the parades ended – I was running in a state of alcoholic hallucination – fearing that my brain was flying out of my head and if I stopped running it would get too far ahead of me and I would never be able to get it back. I don’t really remember how that story ended as I blacked out somewhere and awoke some time later.
I have posted before about my experiences of living in New Orleans in the 1970s and my gratitude about being able to return now to my favorite city to live in sobriety. Mardis Gras 2015 has been such an experience. This year I stand on Magazine St. and hold up one of my granddaughters so she can have a better shot at getting some of throws from the floats. I am grateful for the opportunity to do this all again.