Some may consider 2018 the year the Grinch tried to steal Mardi Gras.
Generally, blending a beloved children’s story with a party built around wild costumes, colorful beads and lots of, well, “revelry,” might seem a stretch.
But this year, if ever there was a year for a stretch, we believe this one is appropriate.
Granted, organizers would like to have seen better weather, but in the end, the spirit of the season rolled down the streets as scheduled. Under gray, damp skies, thousands of people lined the streets of Galveston, elbowing to get their hands on a string or two of penny beads or maybe catch a glimpse of a friend on a passing float.
In the end, the Mardi Gras spirit won out — as it should. People came out. If anything, the reduced crowds might have given some a bit more room to breathe or spend time at a local restaurant. Maybe some saw a different side of Galveston — and one they’d like to return to later this year.
Let’s not forget this event remains one of the larger of its kind in the nation and one the region proudly hangs its hat on.
Speaking of hats, we’d like to tip ours to organizers who kept the event on track, the police who came out to walk the streets, and of course to the spirit of George Mitchell, who is considered the father of the modern Mardi Gras parades in Galveston.
So, if the Grinch happened to be strolling under gray skies this year, we think he might have muttered under his breath: “Maybe Mardi Gras is not all about sunny skies, warmer weather and the crowd’s ruckus roar. Maybe, just maybe, Mardi Gras means a little bit more.”
We like to think so. Here’s to 2019.
• Leonard Woolsey