Ugh. I miss New Orleans. These are from my last Mardi Gras, 2010. Don't feel the need to keep 'em.
A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.
A framed picture of old New Orleans that an ex-girlfriend gave me. No attachment. No real memory. Just love that town. Miss that town. Bye.
Here is a bearded oyster from Muses. Been carrying it around since the day I found it. It's dusty. That made me chuckle. Sophomoric humor. Some may say it's bad if ne to chuck it, not schuck. Bye.