Not much to say today. It's been a busy week this week and will be a busy week next week. Dead Week this past week and finals next week. Have been dealing with all levels of Desparadoes most all of this week and it will be worst next week. Even the better students are dropping by more often with questions. I'm tired. Dreaming of that concept called a Sabatical. Must explore that option in more detail. Like when. And how soon.....

I'll leave you with some words from Mary Gauthier.

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Wheel Inside the Wheel

The parade of souls is marching across the sky

Their hearts and their lights bathed in blue as they march by

The All Stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In"

A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind

Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile

Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde

Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat

As the soul parade winds its way down Eternity Street

Souls ain't born, souls don't die

Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky

So, ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel

And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown

Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown

They circle and sway in their rainbow colored feathers and beads

They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed

Souls ain't born, souls don't die

Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky

Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel

Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

The Krewe of the Crossbones parades into the midnight sun

They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums

While the French Quarter Queens in their high-heeled drag disguise

Sing "Over the Rainbow" 'til Judy Garland quivers and sighs

Souls ain't born, souls don't die

Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky

Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel

And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre's

There's a party tonight and all the girls are gonna be there

Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking trash

It's a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash

Souls ain't born, souls don't die

Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky

Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel

And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

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Elia