{"id":410,"date":"2023-02-13T22:12:02","date_gmt":"2023-02-13T22:12:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/?p=410"},"modified":"2023-02-13T22:59:51","modified_gmt":"2023-02-13T22:59:51","slug":"the-children-at-the-parade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/postcards\/the-children-at-the-parade\/","title":{"rendered":"The Children at the Parade"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I was lecturing in New Orleans, I happened to have time on my last day to take in a parody of the famous local Mardi Gras parades (called &#8220;krewes&#8221;): a micro-parade (or micro-krewe).<\/p>\n<p>The parade was scheduled during the day, so families could attend, and featured miniature floats in place of the usual huge ones.<\/p>\n<p>The crowd was mixed, but tended, as nearly as I could tell, toward affluent: the kind of people who could devote an afternoon to relaxation and frivolity.<\/p>\n<p>I noticed this fact as we were all waiting for the parade to start, our glances fixed upstream toward the soon-to-arrive attractions.<\/p>\n<p>I also noticed, behind the attendees, three local children. They lived on the street where the parade was set to begin. But they were neither part of the parade nor attending the parade. They were simply there, sharing the space but not the event.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a photo of them, after I bought some beads from the boy:<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_408\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-408\" style=\"width: 615px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-1676325269581-jpg\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-408\" src=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325269581-615x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"615\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325269581-615x1024.jpg 615w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325269581-180x300.jpg 180w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325269581-768x1279.jpg 768w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325269581-922x1536.jpg 922w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325269581-1229x2048.jpg 1229w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325269581-300x500.jpg 300w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325269581-850x1416.jpg 850w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 615px) 100vw, 615px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-408\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Children at the Parade<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>And here are some shots of the micro-krewe:<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_411\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-411\" style=\"width: 640px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-1676325540907-jpg\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-411\" src=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325540907-771x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"850\" srcset=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325540907-771x1024.jpg 771w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325540907-226x300.jpg 226w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325540907-768x1020.jpg 768w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325540907-1157x1536.jpg 1157w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325540907-1542x2048.jpg 1542w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325540907-300x398.jpg 300w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676325540907-850x1129.jpg 850w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-411\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A Micro Parade<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<figure id=\"attachment_413\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-413\" style=\"width: 640px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-1676326080432-jpg\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-413\" src=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676326080432-1024x819.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"512\" srcset=\"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676326080432-1024x819.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676326080432-300x240.jpg 300w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676326080432-768x614.jpg 768w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676326080432-1536x1228.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676326080432-2048x1638.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/wp-1676326080432-850x680.jpg 850w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-413\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A Micro Parade<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I wonder: Did these kids feel left out? Or maybe we were their parade?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Did these kids feel left out? Or maybe we were their parade?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":409,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[13,89,91,90,88,87,36],"class_list":["post-410","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-postcards","tag-cultures","tag-krewe","tag-mardi-gras","tag-micro-krewe","tag-new-orleans","tag-nola","tag-travel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/410","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=410"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/410\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":418,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/410\/revisions\/418"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/409"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=410"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=410"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joelmhoffman.com\/Human-Stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=410"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}