It was a warm day in New Orleans. Mardi Gras had the streets full of mischief and fun. Most of the day's harshness had passed, and the sun was setting beneath the horizon. I was drifting down the crowded streets of the French Quarter with a few friends.
We were chatting and taking in all the sights our eyes could handle. My focus was ahead of me. The sounds and smells filled the air. As I looked around, I saw a man getting his shoes shined.
â€œDave,â€ I said, â€œdo you see who that is?â€ We both blurted Read more