Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday, and a lot of people will be observing a tradition that doesn’t involve masks, parades, or drunken revelry in New Orleans: They’ll be bashing the holiday for its obvious excesses. Countless suspense novelists have used its most lurid aspects as the backdrop for murder mysteries.
But there’s a side Mardi Gras that most people never see, in fiction or elsewhere, one that shows up in small towns like mine where the celebrations are, as the tourist boards like to remind us, “family friendly.” I wrote about some of those gentler pleasures in a story on the delights the holiday at @Medium that you might enjoy, especially if you’ve never understood its appeal.
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