I moved to St. Louis. I’d never seen a King cake. Didn’t know what significance finding the baby baked inside the cake held. So I did a little research.
Ash Wednesday. Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday, ends the Carnival season. Lent is a
period of prayer and fasting before Easter, and Mardi Gras is the last hurrah
before Lent starts.
before Fat Tuesday in a little neighborhood called Soulard. The event includes a fun run, a parade,
musical entertainment, and of course, a lot of booze.
afterward, we walked the few blocks to Soulard. It was the same week I’d been
diagnosed with breast cancer and we were both a little raw from the news.
pointed to a horse drawn carriage and said, “Someday, I’d like to take a ride
in one of those.”
way, I pointed out landmarks that I’d only glimpsed through my freeway commute
past the historic sites. Riding through the streets in an open carriage, gave
us the time to really see our surroundings.
I knew things from books I’d read that even the carriage driver didn’t
know. Like the rumor that the Purina Foods parking lot was haunted. Or that the
Exorcist actually happened in a St. Louis mental hospital, not Baltimore like
the movie portrayed.
into the bars. As we wandered through the neighborhood, we found the farmer’s
market. The buildings remind me of Pike Market in Seattle, without the multiple
since that year. But I’ll always remember our carriage ride. The time when ‘someday’ became today.