Remember this one?
It’s been a long time since I won an award of any kind of consequence. I had about the same reaction that musical miss did when she was nominated for a Grammy after many years. She got emotional. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Me too.
This isn’t the biggest award in the world, but still. And, I didn’t have pay to enter. In fact, I didn’t even enter. Editors selected my work. It’s one of twelve best pictures of the year. Get it? Twelve months. Twelve pictures.
These fine, but very hot folks, are flambeaux. The hot lanterns are dripping with oil. They are so hot that the fire department lights them. Flambeaux walk in Mardi Gras parades. In the old days, before street lighting, they used to lead the parade so parade goers could see where they were going, or, what they were going to hit. Today, they are more for fun and a chance to earn a few tips. I tip generously.
See the guy looking under the fire? We know each other. Sorta. On the street. We give each other fist bumps. He tells me where he’s going to be on the line. I tip well
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