You see, I was born in 1975, when Moon Landrieu was mayor. But the first mayor I can remember was Dutch.
This early awareness of who was mayor, and a tendency for me to misuse terms as a wee child, led to a grand juxtaposition of terms. The unofficial beginning of summer in my mind was not Memorial Day, but “Mayor Morial” Day. My mother eventually set me straight.
I do hope the Bayou Boogaloo becomes an annual “Mayor Morial” Day Weekend event. I had a great time. Da po’ wife and I stopped by the Dirty Coast table while we were there and I finally got a shirt. I believe the Humid One himself sold it to me. Apparently, I am extra-large now. Moving on up.
Much props to Mid-City.
Speaking of Morials, I saw Michelle Miller reporting on CBS Evening News at 5pm. Her report was about how Allstate is dropping customers in coastal states, including New York.
Happy Mayor Morial Day.
That was me if the guy who sold it to you was a bearded, hungover ox of a dude.
ReplyDeletethanks for the buy.
and to all those who attended I say . . .
http://humidhaney.typepad.com/the_humid_haney_rant/2006/05/thanks_mid_city.html
That was me if the guy who sold it to you was a bearded, hungover ox of a dude.
ReplyDeletethanks for the buy.
and to all those who attended I say . . .
http://humidhaney.typepad.com/the_humid_haney_rant/2006/05/thanks_mid_city.html
Mayor Morial Day!
ReplyDeleteI got a kick out of that. And I can vouch for Blake's self-description.
Similar childhood story. My fathers name is Hugh Paul. My grandmother always called him Huey P. I thought the Huey P. Long Bridge was named after my father until I was 6 or 7. His name was Huey P and it was a very "long" bridge.
ReplyDeleteWhat he said. Hope you're OK, and you join the battle again soon.
ReplyDeleteBest, MF.