Page 12-Friday, April 17, 1981-The Michigan Daily w v 9 a 0 0 The Michigan Daily-Friday, Apri HAVE A BALL! - Mardi Gras: A city puts its cares on hold 504 FREE PINBALL good atoall 4 stores TOMMY'S HOLIDAY CAMP Packard & State THE CROSS-EYED MOOSE 613 E. Liberty FLIPPER McGEE'S 525 W. Cross{ 1217 S. University By STEVE HOOK T ake 'em off ! Take 'em off !" Outside of Fat Harry's the patrons-primarily college- aged and male-glare onto a ba cony filled with playful women gesturing to the buttons of their oxford shirts. "Take 'em off!" the crowd chants wildly. Suddenly, one of the ladies shouts, "I'll show you," whips open her shirt, exposing large breasts. The swarm of men cheer ecstatically. FRESHLY PAINTED ON the wall outside the bar is appropriate graffiti: SINCE 1876 Go Bass or Go Barefoot Sandals with the perfect walking heel, new from Bass. Leather uppers, cushioned inner soles, in your favorite spring colors and fashionable brights. "Low life is the right life and there's no life like the wild life." Such is the Mardi Gras for the tourists-legitimized, institutionalized brouhaha: Along the parade route, costumed characters toss necklaces, plastic coins, and other prizes to the revelers from their flower-covered floats. Dozens of police officers try to keep the people on the sidewalk, but their task is difficult. ONE CIVILIAN, A tall, mus- cular man wearing a Sigma Chi t-shirt attempts to assist the patrols as he also ushers trinket-seekers away from the street. Police disapprove and converge on him. There are gunshots, and the mob flees in all directions. Several members of the marching band fall to the ground, grazed by the bullets. In the papers the next day, both local and national, the incident is featured with varying interpretations. The con- census: One officer, a volunteer for this festivity, accidentally discharges his drawn pistol into the parade. He is suspended; no arrests are made. LOCAL BLACK ORGANIZATIONS cry foul. The officer is white; the struck victims black-the incident is por- trayed as racially motivated. "Fat Tuesday is upon us once again. That means that Ash Wednesday will follow; we will recover, gradually; New Orleans can become sane once again . . . We've been through this a couple hundred times, you know." As the residents speak, an enigmatic, alluring feeling prevails. The journey from the Frigid North to the Deep South-a journey duplicated countless times since this town became civilized-reveals a truckload of unan- swered questions, glaring contradic- tions, and twisted human nature. THE CITY APPEARS to be flourishing to the Yankee; Bourbon Street is well lit and protected; the people along the way, converging on this strip from every direction, get along in a giddy and delirious demon- stration of mutual respect. Like it or not, the toothless hobo may be sitting on the curb, the homosexuals may embrace on the sidewalk, the hookers and nude dancers will beckon through the open doors of dimly-lit nightclubs. At the corner of St. Peters, a crippled, withering man sits in a wheelchair; a plastic dish rests on his lap with two quarters, three dimes, and a penny scattered on top. THE NORTHERNERS-and you can spot them like family-continue on their way, smoking thick cigars and drinking 20 ounce beers, munching on shrimp- on-a-stick, and slurping oysters. The distractions are viewed as ambient novelty items-harmless and amusing in their pitiful abundance. "They don't try to impress you that much down here, they throw them- selves at you take-it-or-leave-it. They're down here for the same reason you are--for the climate, the liquor, the river. The theme here is coexistence." These are the thoughts at Len- Continued on page 13 Bus... (Continued from Page 8) twenty years. Figure I'll be ready to retire at 50." "You married?" "Naw .. . was once. Married fifteen years to the same woman. She an' I just had it up to here." THE DRIVE COUGHES and straightens in his seat, as if he was sorry he'd revealed such private facts. The other man is silent a moment. "Well, that's a long time, fifteen years. "You know," says the driver thought- fully, "I think all women are the same, they're all cut out of the same mold." I TAP CAROLYN on the knee. She's grinning. "But you know, I believe in equal rights. Women bring home half, men bring home half, and then you each go out with your own friends." Sometime later we get offthe high- way and roll into a parking lot filled with big semis. The driver announces that this is The Landmark Cafe and we have an hour to eat. There is only a glimmer of day on the horizon. I get up, as does almost everyone on the bus, carefully creep over Carolyn who mumbles something about staying on, and run through the freezing cold to the cafe. INSIDE IS a beehive of activity. The place is filled with bright florescent lighting, and three waitresses, wearing red-and-white gingham dresses, serve up big breakfast platters to drivers. I notice our driver sitting at a table with three other men, engaged in con- versation. I feel a little out of place being only a bus passenger, and one of two women in the place; but the scene delights me, from the waitresses' elaborately teased-up hairdos to the country music going hi-volume on the jukebox. I order orange juice and enjoy the trucker menu: "Ten-Four Special-five pancakes, five eggs, sausages, and a steak: $6.95." BY THE TIME we cross Nebraska it's early evening, and we reach Denver late at night. We treat ourselves to a taxi over to the Denver Youth Hostel, which is a particularly comfortable, clean place. Denver is a fast-growing metropolis with the majestic Rockies towering in the distance. We see the Natural History Museum which houses a per- manent exhibit of Indian crafts and culture. We also go into the mountains, which are accessible by city bus, hike a little, and feel renewed by the clear air and beautiful view. After a f, -ays in Dener we catch a night bus to Sante Fe, New Mexico. Doily Photo by DAVID HARRIS Rocky Mountains, Colorado Even as the sun sets we find ourselves B. DIN ETTE in the desert, and in the morning we see CHAIRS...............................FROM the sun rise over hilly, dry country, which supports only scrub bushes. C. FOUR DRAWER CAROLYN'S COUSIN meets us at the CHESTS................. FROM station and we drive through narrow D. ODD NIGHT streets bordered by adobe (mud) buildings, both old and modern. The old STANDS.................. FROM city is the most interesting section, with E. ASSORTED its dirt roads, art galleries, and "trading post" gift shops. LAMPS.................................. FROM Even though it's a big tourist town, a F. ONE-OF-A-KIN D feeling of the old west remains. We en- LOVE SEATS...........FROM joyed Mexican cooking at a restaurant on the square. G. ONE-OF-A-KIND Within 40 miles of town are sites of SOFAS............... FROM ancient Indian ruins that can be visited any day of the year. We were lucky H.4 PIECE enough to be lent Carolyn's cousin's car, BEDROOM SET.................. so one day we drove out to Bandelier LIMITED QUANTITIES ON ALL 1 National Monument. IN THE SOFT sandstone wall of an WHEN WE SELL... Y otherwise lush canyon, Indians made Apartment Take With You...Save Deliv caves to live in and pueblos out of Fumiure adobe. Playful wall drawings of people,R ANN ARB bison, and horses symbolize the vitality 4801 Washter of this once thriving culture. j East of US r The ride to Flagstaff, Arizona and the [ s Phone 434-5( Grand Canyon takes a whole day. 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