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Leonard Earl Johnson (photo credit Frank Parsley) covered Hurricanes Katrina and Rita (2005), and the 2010 British Petroleum oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico for ConsumerAffairs.com. He is a contributor to Gambit Weekly, New Orleans Magazine, SCAT, Baton Rouge Advocate, Advocate Magazine, The Times-Picayune, Country Roads Magazine, Palm Springs Newswire and the anthologies: FRENCH QUARTER FICTION (Light of New Orleans Publishing), LOUISIANA IN WORDS (Pelican Publishing), LIFE IN THE WAKE (NOLAfuges.com), and more. Johnson is a former Merchant Seaman, and columnist at Les Amis de Marigny, New Orleans; and African-American Village. Attended Southern Illinois University, Carbondale, and Harry Lundeberg School of Seamanship at Piney Point, Maryland. Winner of the Press Club of New Orleans Award for Excellence, 1991, and given the Key to The City and a Certificate of Appreciation from the New Orleans City Council for a Gambit Weekly story on murder in the French Quarter.

Saturday, March 01, 2025

⚓ The Day After Mardi Gras / March 2025

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Roman à clef, cher.

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of Lafayette and New Orleans, Louisiana

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March 2025

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Dedication

Food Critic Tom Fitzmorris

Born: Mardi Gras Day, February 6, 1951

Died: Carnival Time, February 12, 2025

May you dine in peace

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Continuation of the Red Women Warriors Series

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THE DAY AFTER MARDI GRAS
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On Ash Wednesday ~ all over Louisiana ~ Carnival lifts its joyful mantle exposing Lent's ashen trail leading us off the streets and into forty days of Vatican sanctioned smudge. 

At Saint Louis Cathedral in New Orleans to Saint John the Evangelist Cathedral in Lafayette, business suits stand 
cheek-by-jowl beside crimson caped gentlemen and smeared-lipstick ladies.  They are awaiting priests dressed in the Vestments of Sorrow.
Waiting The Sign of The Cross smeared on their foreheads with Priestly thumbs dipped in the burnt ashes of the previous Palm Sunday's Palms. 

In Lafayette, Silvia talks with the big red-hatted supporter of The Donald just now off the train from Houston.  They stand outside Rêve Coffee Roastersacross from Amtrak's Rosa Parks Centré loading platform.

Abandoned Railroad Baggage Wagon
Photo credit, Charles M. Johnson 


The Day After Mardi Gras

Ash Wednesday 


and the Forty Days of Lent 


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Zamboni street sweepers wash
 the city streets; and Cajun chickens stretch their necks up to see if it is safe to resume Life.  

Inside churches, brothels, and bars we 
tremble with fears and doubts.  Yet we suffer no doubt about this ceremony.

  Faithful and nonbeliever alike know it is Lent, and 
to ashes we shall return. 

Banana Tree / photo credit:
 Deb Kohler
 

Lent is the oddest holiday in all the Christian calendar.  It emphasizes forty immovable days of everything the King Cake Baby Jesus grew up opposing.  

Yet, it is the longest 'holiday' of The Faith.

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Should you need a reason to be suspicious of evangelical religion's temporal powers consider that. 

 

"In such acts we find sad truths" 
~ L.A. Norma.

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Clearing the Liturgical Air
Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) is the last day of Carnival's ever-changing season of joy. 

Next day, Ash Wednesday is the first day of Lent's never-changing season of suffering.

"The Gregorian Calendar
," L. A. Norma laments to a bewildered tourist sharing our pedicab, "
with Easter changing with the moon, is none too accurate!  

"For instance, in the secular world you have leap year, and Sadie Hawkins Day!" 

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Easter Sunday marks Lent's end, and also welcomes Spring.

  It is a holliday 'borrowedlong long ago, by the marauding legions of Rome.  

Borrowed from religions they happened upon that had been beating those same drums before Rabbi Jesus took His show on the road.  

Spring / Easter may be the oldest celebration calculated (or miscalculated) into Canon Law. With instruments created out of faith in suffering and suspicion of pleasure.

Beansprout
 
Suffering is not to be monkeyed with in these theological calculations. Carnival's pleasures, however, are reducible by God (or His agent's with their inaccurate stopwatches).

Lenten fasting knits Carnival's raveled sleeve and prepares us for Spring's rebirth.  Like the bean sprout and the jazz man say:

"Blow the roof off the sucker"

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It is a good Lent this year, with sunny mornings and a warm place in the kitchen to read Internet posts and sip coffee. 

Photo credit:  Eric Douglas
The live oaks outside our dormer windows are a soft young green. Live oaks don't dump their leaves till Spring's new buds arrive (as followers of JFK conspiracies will eagerly tell you). 

Then they change from old dark green to young soft green almost overnight. 

Today soft-green rules coastal Louisiana, and we old alligators lie on the banks in whatever sun we can find, 
dreaming of Easter baskets and Spring.



(A lesser version of this story first appeared in 2004)
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The Ladies Wore Red,

July 2021

Origin Story

 

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