Costumes
Once a Winter Carnival Vulcan lungedat me from a parade, a red-suited devilin ski goggles, and rubbed his stubbled faceon mine, leaving grease paintand fear behind. In New Orleans,a Mardi Gras jester in jingle-bell capsqueezed a bystander’s breastwhile bedecking her with purple beads. In a land of make-believe and magic,people spin on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride,listen to “It’s a Small… Read more →