The RisingSun Post

                                                                                     CAST OF CHARACTERS:                                          Bacchus-- God of grape-harvest                                          Endymion-- King of Olympia                                           Caesar-- Roman-general                                          Zulu-- African-king                                          Rex-- King of carnival                                         Cleopatra-- Pharaoh of Egypt                                         Iris-- Princess                                         Pegasus-- Horse-god                                         Pontchartrain-- Urban-planner                                         St. Patrick-- Apostle of Ireland                                        Carrollton-- Uptown-professor                                        Atlas-- Titan of astronomy                                         Napoleon-- Emperor of Fran

The very few friends I had, would nickname Blackstar- because I rarely went out in public. I would always carry around with me a dark-case' containing a brass-horn-- blowing it every chance I could get. My favorite time to play the instrument was at dawn, inside Jackson Square. I would make rooster-sounds' with it-- which echoed all throughout the Vieux Carre'. The high-pitch notes' would startle the pigeons, and Willie, a local buggy-driver-- sleeping in his red-cart. He always wore a vintage-suit with a top-hat-- and would shout out, "this is what they're going to bury me in." The square slowly comes into focus, as the spectrum of light'  enhances the vibrant-colors' of the historic-backdrop. By 10:15 a.m., outlines begin to mesh: the red, white, and blue flag'  stiffens- above the tarnish war-horse . The crosses on top of the cathedral' can barely be seen- due to haze. The commuters are in full force, as they gondola-- acr