A month and a day ago, on Lundi Gras, a member of the Krewe of Dead Beans approached me as I watched the marching group walk down the street and handed me something. When I looked down, I saw it was the Death card with red beans glued on the back. Dead Beans, afterall, is a marching krewe that pays honor and tribute to the dead, decorating their blazers and dresses and pants and tuxedo jackets with intricate portraits of those who have passed, shaped out of black-eyed peas and kidney beans, white beans and black beans, lima beans and split peas and, sometimes, rice. They begin at the bayou and walk through the streets of the city, brass bands playing tributes and dirges, people on the sidelines watching them pass.
On Grief and Ghost Ships
On Grief and Ghost Ships
On Grief and Ghost Ships
A month and a day ago, on Lundi Gras, a member of the Krewe of Dead Beans approached me as I watched the marching group walk down the street and handed me something. When I looked down, I saw it was the Death card with red beans glued on the back. Dead Beans, afterall, is a marching krewe that pays honor and tribute to the dead, decorating their blazers and dresses and pants and tuxedo jackets with intricate portraits of those who have passed, shaped out of black-eyed peas and kidney beans, white beans and black beans, lima beans and split peas and, sometimes, rice. They begin at the bayou and walk through the streets of the city, brass bands playing tributes and dirges, people on the sidelines watching them pass.