The other Jewish Elvis in Cajun country

The other night I covered a parade which was, well, covering a parade. It's Mardi Gras season here in south Louisiana and the beads are flying (though the boob count is still at zero, subject to major revision after I go to New Orleans on Tuesday). The usual elaborate floats rolled through downtown Baton Rouge last night with music blaring and lights flashing. Then, I saw the best, most understated float of the night: a fat guy on a John Deere wearing full duck-huntin' camo with a big American flag hanging off the back. That was it. Perfect. I fucking love this place.