One of the most amazing little serendipitous moments of . . . well . . . who knows how long? And way too sweet not to mention here.
Was out with a couple of friends, celebrating a birthday (not mine). The Super Bowl was not an official part of anyone’s agenda though, as it turns out, all three of us were rooting for New Orleans. Even the birthday girl, who’s not a football fan. At halftime, we leave the bar we’d been and start walking back to where 2 of the 3 of us had parked their cars. And we hear this noise up ahead from several blocks away.
We get closer, and it sounds vaguely like a Mardi Gras parade. There’s music. Horns. Shouting.
Bear in mind, this is Minneapolis. In February. And it’s snowing. So we figure that can’t possibly be the case.
We get closer still. And, yes. There’s a small brass band standing in an alleyway. There are a dozen people dressed in black and gold (Saints colors, for those who are not NFL-savvy) dancing in the street, having the time of the fuckin’ lives.
This is one of the reasons I love Minneapolis.
Better still, it’s one of the reasons I love N’awlins. Even though I’ve never lived there. I can’t think of any other city in the US that could generate enough passion and love and community and loyalty to have people dancing in the snow like that. Not for people who were 1000 miles from home, anyway.
You can find a brief explanation of “Rerun Sunday” here.
The post above originally appeared on 7 Feb 2010.