An eight-year-old boy fell in love with movement near the intersection of Orleans and Claiborne, where he watched Mardi Gras Indians parade by, chanting the stories of generations. The little boy, born in Charity Hospital and raised around Kentucky Street and N. Rampart, suffered from almost debilitating shyness but admired the bravery in the bodies and spirits of those electrifying the streets with their panache. It was 1975, the year he promised himself to sh...