It's crazy out there

The paper said people were calling Friday's Madness March the biggest in years.

The throng starts at the cemetary gates, stops for drinks at guesthouses along the path downtown, then adds its own kind of marinated spice to the Duval scene.

I walked down to the house, just to make sure it was still buttoned up, and the 801 queens were showering beads and confetti on a heck of a street dance. Back at Fleming and Simonton, I watched the parade with our neighbor Bill, who was bemoaning the undressing habits of unattractive people.

I joined the crowd. On Duval again, I ran into Arnold, landlord Steve and his houseguests and several tens of thousands of very happy zombies.

(Saturday's tea dance -- indeed much of anything outdoors -- got some serious afternoon rain. I stayed in with a good book.)