Ain't Just Whistlin' Dixie 1994 by Caryn Shalita

A flash of Cajun color in the moist clear air Boots raised high with tassels tossing Crowded Unity in drunken revelry Keeping every sense amused. All is gay and free. A Southern gentleman, voice raised up, when different colors pass his face yells, "Here come the nigga' hor-ses!" Leaving common sense abused. But the little girl on Daddy's shoulders Lifts those wide blue eyes to the passing man And with a blinding love, yells "Hey, throw me some beads, mis-tah!" And, not confused, Smiles..

This poem is based on an actual experience of mine that happened while watching one of the parades in one of the more neighborhod areas of New Orleans, off of one the streets nearby Tulane. And no, it is not your imagination. The man in the photo is Quincy Jones, celebrity guest of the Krewe of Orpheus, tossing beads to the crowds lining the Uptown New Orleans parade route on Feb. 10, Lundi Gras (Mardi Gras eve) 1997. Orpheus, founded by New Orleans' own Harry Connick Jr., is named (naturally) after the son of the Greek muse Calliope known for his musical talents. It is the third and final superkrewe to parade during the Carnival season and, because of the founder's ties to show business, is usually the most star-studded. Thus, I would assume, there are more photographers present. Ergo, I was able to find this photo. Thank you Quincy, for lending me your visage in the name of humanity and art. Special thanks also to Chip "Mardi Gras 24-7" Curley for graciously supplying me with the marching band photo.

More Mardi Gras info at

Chip's Mardi Gras Site (My favorite)

Mardi Gras Guide, Mardi Gras 1998,
or NewOrleans Net's Carnival Central.

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