By "terror on Canal Street" I am not referring to the shooting that occurred on Mardi Gras.
I am referring to my own personal sense of terror when I looked up during the Orpheus parade and was confronted by a grim and determined Joan Rivers. She had just gotten done wrestling her headgear into place.
I believe she locked it securely to the same set of clamps and fasteners that now keeps her face from sliding off.
She appeared to be on her way to take command of an army of undead revelers just a few blocks away
Somehow they all vanished into the night, and I did not see them again.