The Dust of Death
Yesterday I witnessed the famed Faquetaique Courir de Mardi Gras. In addition to the chasing of chickens, there was Cajun music, a wide variety of costumes, and a general sense of festivity and camaraderie. Sadly, yes, there were some who overindulged in alcohol and others who allowed the festive spirit to carry them into a kind of hedonistic fervor, but that was not the point of the event. Families, groups…