At Mardi Gras in New Orleans, when the parade is rolling, shouts of “Hey, Mister throw me somethin’ ” ring out. Beads, baubles, doubloons, stuffed animals, toys, even thong panties, rain down on parade goers–all looking for a little something to take home with them. “Throws,” are sometimes discarded, left abandoned in the streets for the Mardi Gras streetcleaners who sweep the neighborhoods early in the morning. Others are kept for a while as souvenirs, a memory of a good time in a great city. And a few. . . a small, treasured few, like the antique glass beads hanging from a hook in my bathroom, or the famous Zulu coconuts on my shelf, are kept forever, handed down and treasured for years to come. Here, I hope to throw you a little something to take home. . . some posts you will read and forget, but others, perhaps you will remember, treasure, and pass along . . .
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