Mardi Gras

Here's a blast from the past:  My brother, Al, and I, during carnival season in Cuba, dressed up for a costume party.

Happy Mardi Gras!

Lines

Draw a line. Write a line. There.
Stay in line, hold the line, a glance
between the lines is fine but don't
turn corners, cross, cut in, go over,
or out, between two points of no
return's a line of flight, between
two points of view's a line of vision.
But a line of thought is rarely
straight, an open line's no party
line, however fine your point.
A line of fire communicates, but drop
your weapons and drop your line,
consider the shortest distance from x
to y, let x be me, let y be you.

—Martha Collins

"Lines" from Some Things Words Can Do

I'm fascinated by the possibilities of language as shown by word plays. I liked this one. And here are some other tangled lines - beads left over from a Mardi Gras celebration at work.

Carnival Time

To celebrate Mardi Gras, here's a picture from the treasure trove I inherited from my parents. This one is of a 1954 costume ball at the Grimón residence during carnival season in Havana, which preceeded the beginning of Lent. My parents were newlyweds in this photo (lower left corner). My half-sister, Carely, is the little girl seated in the front, and the boy next to her is my first cousin, William, who eventually became my godfather. This constituted the younger set who dressed up in costumes. The elders unfortunately, did not pose.