Halloween-New Orleans launch slideshow

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More from New Orleans: Day of the Dead parade

I was fortunate enough to stumble upon the Day of the Dead parade in New Orleans.  About 100 people took part in a somewhat impromptu parade.  Skeletons on bikes rolled up on a dark corner just east of the French District.  Ornate, white buffaloes slumbered down the street.  A ghostly band slowly formed.  A crowd gathered.  The parade commenced!

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Halloween, New Orleans style.

Friends, it has been a while since the last post.  A lot has transpired since.  Travels in the deep South; trampin’ the swamps of Louisiana; a prison rodeo; a long drive to Texas; and Halloween celebrations in New Orleans.  For now, I share with you the pictures from Halloween.

Our friend Grass was a great host in Baton Rouge, LA.  He assisted us with his own, finely filtered veggie oil to help get us to New Orleans.  I offered him a print, but all he wanted was to make the blog.  Many thanks, Grass (and nice costume)!

My friend Austin (right) joined us in New Orleans for Halloween.  He and his buddy Brandon dressed up like ER doctors and brought mayhem to the streets of N’orleans.  It was good to have them along…

I reluctantly dressed up in a costume supplied by Austin, but by the end of the night grew to love it!  The streets of N’orleans were so crazy and filled with costumes that I hardly stuck out.  However, a number of people liked grabbing my various ‘fat rolls’ and other body parts that I won’t expand on.

Plenty of beer flowed through the streets of the French district.

Halloween night in N’orleans was perhaps one of the most enjoyable, yet crazy nights of my life.  There are no words to describe the atmosphere.  Everywhere you looked there was someone dressed in an extravagant costume.  Frenchman St. was so crowded you could hardly move about.  Everyone was drinking on the streets.  Brass bands marched the littered streets blasting deep-souled tunes across the surging crowds.  You could walk up to anyone and start a conversation.  People were friendly; everyone was excited; the party burned into the wee hours of morning..

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