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| I love this photo of my Dad and me! Happy, happy 88, Dad! |
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We left Shreveport ahead of the Mardi Gras parade, scheduled to go down a street near my Dad's house. People drop off their port-o-lets the day before, in their reserved spaces, in preparation for the parade. New Orleans isn't this organized. You simply show up, shout for beads, and go home with your bag full of bounty.
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