
I remember that after my brother died I had, what I would now call, an interesting outlook on Lent and fasting. It still makes me chuckle to tell the story to others of how as a child my brother, during one Lent, declared that he was giving up of all things – circuses!…

Bourbon Street is an interesting place to be after Midnight in the first hours of Ash Wednesday morning. As the clock strikes midnight, police on horseback clear the quarter. As the raucous clamor of carnival celebration ceases, there is an almost eeriness to the atmosphere. …
“Had I but wings like a dove,