Well, that's slightly different than my recollection of Jefferson ... lol. Yours was a wonderful story, which prompted me to go to my Texas Highways archives and see how a "normal" story about Jefferson would read. Lo and behold, the first article I found was titled "Genteel Jefferson lets its hair down during Mardi Gras Upriver" ...
Downtown Jefferson is all agleam and aglitter. Historic buildings bask in brash bunting of purple, gold, and green. The sounds of Cajun, zydeco, reggae, and country/western music reverberate from riverbank to red brick street. Costumed couples revel in feathered masks -- feasting on smoked turkey legs, boiled crawfish, and freshly roasted ears of corn.
One unsuspecting visitor from Dallas, in town for a quiet weekend of shopping for antiques, wonders wide-eyed, "What in the dickens is going on?"
Mardi Gras in Jefferson? Epitome of Southern gentility? Historic hostess to dignified home tours and quaint bed-and-breakfast inns?
"Mardi Gras is not typical Jefferson," an old-timer confides.
I'm trying to imagine Rambi and Mardi Gras on the same weekend in Jefferson ... |
