Wasn’t it strange, with everyday being about the same as a retiree–this was the end of the Mardi Gras season? This year with even more finality, as it coincided with the conclusion of Super Bowl festivities.
It’s Fat Tuesday, Lundi Gras, Fasching Dienstag–whatever you choose to call it. For all intents and purposes this is the celebratory last hurrah. Children throughout the state have the school day off to enjoy parades, catch prizes, beads, candy thrown by parade float riders.
This is not a holiday from school in other parts of the country. Local businesses are closed. Illinois school children took off for Casimir Pulaski Day. Casimir Pulaski was a Polish priest and Revolutionary War hero. Would this have been a holiday, had there not been more people of Polish descent in the Chicago area, than in Krakow, Poland?
There are no more official, rowdy, celebratory holidays, till Fourth of July–sigh. Wait, what am I saying? There’s St. Patrick’s Day and Easter parades. OK, I didn’t mean to offend those that quaff beer dyed with FD&C green #7 once a year.
Ground Hog Day, now there’s a strange holiday dedicated to a giant rodent. Too bad I missed it this year. I didn’t observe the groundhog seeing/not seeing his shadow. Does this mean winter will endure?
“Max, I just brushed you off. You’re dirty again.” There’s dead grass everywhere. Spring can’t come soon enough.