A Scrap of Paper Found On A New Orleans Sidewalk

You'll never guess what I found, but, you won't have to because I'm going to tell you.  I found a scrap of paper on a New Orleans sidewalk.  

You may not think this is interesting news, so far, but, be patient.  This story about the scrap of paper found on a New Orleans sidewalk contains the stuff from which lauded literature and cult classic movies are made.  A scrap of an idea is the seed of many a grand project and imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.  You never know what you'll find when you wander around New Orleans.

Where are the lay lines?  Where are the boundaries?  In a New Orleans state of mind, the stories that are born on any given day are well worth the good memories that will last you the rest of your life.  If New Orleans didn't exist, someone would have to invent it.

As I was crossing the street, a balled up scrap of paper blew in front of me.  It had writing on it so I picked it up and unballed it.  This is what that scrap of paper found on a New Orleans sidewalk said:

"There was me, Citizen B, and my three pals, Dizzy, Daffy, and the guy we all call The Genius because he's really smart.  Two us four used to be baseball players, and we sat in a sports bar on Poydras Street, us all watching football on the big TVs, socially distanced.

"Three of us have the last name Dean, though only two of us are related, the brothers.  One of us has the last name Bean, that's me.

"When the waitress returned with our credit card receipts, she's the one who noticed the unusual coincidence.  We hadn't noticed this before.  Three deans and a bean, all of us pals.

"We didn't talk about it after she left to take a new table's order.  Who cares?"

The paper was torn off after that.  Too bad.  I was really getting interested.  It must have been a page from somebody's diary.  Why he or she (Citizen B may be a lady) tore half a page out of his or diary, who knows?  I know a lot of people reading this are thinking: who cares?

I'll never know what happened next so it won't do me much good to care about it.  Like many things in New Orleans, this will probably be another forever unanswered question.  There are millions of them.

In New Orleans, people shrug their shoulders, whether it's a scrap of paper found on a New Orleans sidewalk or a diamond ring found on a New Orleans sidewalk.  I always look in the weeds for doubloons.  Fate deals our cards and all we can do is play the game.  

All we can do is roll dem bones to wherever they land.  I hope to be buried in St. Louis Cemetery No. 3.

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