We were driving down the highway, the music faded out and the Announcer started spewing out something about Getting Rich on the Internet.
“What did you say Dad?”
“I said that guy is just “Poppin’ the Rag” he replied.
“Poppin’ the Rag”… what the heck is that?
“I never told you about my New Orleans trip?” he asked.
“Nope” - what happened?
“A couple years back — I went on a business trip to New Orleans. While I was walkin’ down Bourbon Street early one morning, I heard this “Pop!… Crack!… Pow!”
I listened again - heard where all the racket was coming from and headed in that direction.
It was a young shoeshine boy doing a number on a man’s shoes.
The shoeshine boy was really puttin on a show. He was nothing but a blur of sparks and elbows.
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