There are some things you can see only in New Orleans and yet, in New Orleans, they seem utterly commonplace. Particularly now.
I'm sitting on my car bumper waiting for a locksmith to let me after I locked the car with the keys in the ignition on my way to the chiropractor. Coming toward me down the middle of the street: a punked out, afro-ed kid in his twenties pushing a wheelchair with a rainbow flag. In the wheelchair: a fifty year old man one-legged man wearing shorts and, on his stump, a fishnet stocking.