When I was kid growing up in the Marigny my dad would get us up early to go walking with Pete and the Half Fast guys. We’d make it to the other side of Canal St then wait for Zulu and Rex as Pete marched on-stopping at every bar along the route. At the end of the day Petes bunch ended up at the bar just across from our house. We’d wait, watching the instruments, till Pete was carried out-Mardi Gras didn’t officially end until we saw that. Tough old bird. He enjoyed life to the fullest and will be missed.
Great memories! I lived in Marigny for a few years on St. Ferdinand, when I was stationed in NOLA for the Navy. By the time I got there the crime was pretty bad, but we got to see a lot of Mardi Gras Indian coming out parties.