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rant. A slight rant. Mardi Gras parade season began last night with Krewe du Vieux walking through the French Quarter.
In all the pictures that I saw I counted one mask, no social distancing. Many of the pictures were made by friends of mine who also didn’t wear masks.
I think that in about ten days we’ll see New Orleans’ fifth surge followed by the country blaming us again for being a super spreader event.
Me?
Thankfully, a farm in Virginia is calling. I’ll never have to walk among idiots again unless I choose to do so.
Unfortunately, I’m likely going to leave New Orleans without any friends. I have no choice. They don’t have my back so it’s time to ghost.
I can hardly wait until someone calls and wants to have lunch. I’ll reply, “let’s go here.” They won’t know where here is so I’ll give them directions. I-10 to I-55 north, drive for about twelve hours, call and I’ll guide you in from there.
There are a lot of good restaurants in Charlottesville.
We can meet there.
Now, I’m going to Facebook. So I can talk to my soon-to-be former friends.
Idiots.
STORYTELLER 
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