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| So Papa Tom and I flew to New Orleans on Wednesday, January 28, for a few days of fun before the Zulu Dynasty Mardi Gras float party on Friday, January 30. I was very impressed with Hertz: we were directed to a board that displayed "Cloninger" and where our rental car was parked, with no need to stand in a line, present a driver's license and credit card, or sign paperwork. Wow! I love the computer age. |
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| We've all had Mardi Gras king cakes. We've all had fun wondering whose piece had the baby inside. Never before have I seen a need for the public to be warned about the baby. Oh, make that "baby figure." Not a real baby! Duh! |
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| Made a beeline (why is it a beeline? Bees don't fly in straight lines, right?) for Cafe du Monde, for our fix of beignets and chicory coffee. Papa Tom drinks his half and half: half coffee, half hot chocolate. |
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| Our first night in town, we splurged. We each got our own order of beignets, although I shared with Papa Tom. |
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| What? Really? There's a dress code on Bourbon Street? |
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