There you go.
The Original 7 Junior Steppers second line and Mother’s Day parade. In all its glory. In all the joy. In all the celebration. 92 more words
1 week ago
We all wait.
For something. A grocery line. A toll bridge line. A venue line. On Sunday — any Sunday — we wait for the second line to begin. 237 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
Sometimes, it’s better to look along the edges of the event. Things get more interesting there. So do the pictures.
I’ve long said that for those of us who work second lines on a regular basis that our pictures look about the same. 667 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
That’s the mourning period when a second line, or at least a brass band, will pass by Deb Cotton’s house. In Treme. That is the official mourning time. 183 more words
3 weeks, 1 day ago
The quoted paragraphs are what I wrote shortly after I read of Deborah Cotton’s passing. I scheduled about a gazillion second line pictures. Then, the second line happened. 565 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
Where’s Waldo, indeed.
As you know, I’ve been skulking around my archives since I can’t really moved about at will. I found this picture. I made it back around a hundred years ago. 511 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
As part of ‘Friday Tonic’ We’ll be playing in The Royal Festival Foyer on June 2nd 2017 at 5:30pm
1 month, 4 weeks ago