Spent this past weekend in New Orleans. It's early in the Mardi Gras season there. Our parade (Krewe of Pontchartrain) rolled on Valentine's Day under blue skies and puffy white clouds. The streets were packed with onlookers screaming their entreaties. Is it wrong of me to throw my best beads to the cuties, the gay couples and lesbians with kids? On Sunday we watched Barkus (the dog parade) from our usual perch in front of the Rawhide leather bar. A great time was had by all . . . and I think there is a story in there somewhere. I'll keep you posted.