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Good (?) Sunday/Monday Widdershins

So this post won’t be a light-hearted affair.  Rather, I’ll be sharing some sad songs, songs about death and loss.

We saw a tragic incident in FL Wednesday of this week when seventeen young people had their lives snuffed out by a “loner” or a guy who “acted weird”.  Nikolas Cruz had been receiving counseling or some other form of mental health treatment but stopped going to the appointments.  We’ll never know if this could have been averted had he continued his appointments.  One thing we do know is that it’s time for another ban on any and all assault weapons.  We simply do not need to have AR15s or AK47s on the street.

(1) Modest Mouse~Ocean Breathes Salty

(2) Eric Clapton~Tears In Heaven

(3) Frank Turner~Long Live The Queen

(4) Warren Zevon~Keep Me In Your Heart

(5) Radiohead~Videotape

(6) The Beatles~Let It Be

(7) Mozart Requiem~Lacrimosa


Requiescat in pace

Open thread.



Good Saturday and Weekend Widdershins

Thank goodness we’ve reached the end of an awful, mind numbing and terrible week.

What can we say except we saw the loss of wonderful, promising lives due to the senseless actions of a terribly disturbed, sexually confused individual.  (I refuse to use the name of this monster)  Let’s just say he decided to take out his frustrations and anger on some totally innocent victims.

These young (and yes some not-so-young) folks had gone to Pulse, a dance club/nightclub toI Boogie have a good time, dance, wrap up their weekend, and prepare for a new week.  Hell even the Rude Pundit remembers going to the clubs to dance his ass off.  And Fredster remembers going dancing in his better days, except it was called the disco back then, and it may be coming back!  Alas, all of my polyester shirts bit the dust a long time ago.

dancingSo with celebrating the lives of these victims and survivors, and remembering our own dancing days, let’s take a look at some of the great disco and dancing songs.  Of course your contributions are welcomed and encouraged in the comments.


(1) Le Freak ~ Chic

(2) Disco Inferno ~ The Tramps

(3) Knock on Wood ~ Amii Stewart

(4) Night Fever ~ The Bee Gees

(5) Love to love you baby ~ Donna Summer

(6) YMCA ~ Village People


Okay Widdershins, that’s a grand total of six songs because I’m leaving room and bandwidth for you to add your own contributions below.  There are tons of dance and disco songs out there – I barely scratched the surface.

Katrina Satellite image offshore

It’s not as though I needed a reminder of what this day is.  I will most likely have it and the memories in my mind until the day I die, that is if I keep my mind and don’t slip into a senile, demented old age.  It’s all just clear as a bell.

On Friday the 26th of August 2005 I was at work in the Ops Control Center at USDA’s National Finance Center in New Orleans.  We had these big monitors at the front of the room that we could all see from our workstations.  They showed the status of the IDMS databases, the CICS online systems, and various other systems that we kept track of.  But we had one monitor that had a tv tuner attached to it and we had The Weather Channel on that one.  And what I saw on that channel began to scare me terribly.  Hurricane Katrina had already crossed Florida and was supposed to turn up the peninsula of Florida but it wasn’t doing that.  It was staying out in the Gulf and the weather people were talking about it possibly heading toward the central Gulf and perhaps Louisiana.  We already had Tropical Storm (later reclassified as a Cat 1 hurricane) Cindy pass through and we didn’t have power for two days.  The power situation was hit and miss and it was available in other parts of St. Bernard, including a hotel.  I tried talking the momster into us going there so I could leave her someplace with a.c. so I could go to work.  She refused and there was no way I could leave her in a house without a.c. by herself.

So with Cindy in mind and watching Katrina not doing what she was supposed to do, I got on the phone and started calling hotels out of the area.  Previously we had evacuated to Meridian Mississippi.  It was about 150-200 miles inland and had always worked out satisfactorily before, well out of the way of any

TIMES-PICAYUNE FILE PHOTO/TED JACKSON A cross stands out in the Mississippi River Gult Outlet at Shell Beach as part of the St. Bernard Katrina memorial.

Katrina cross in the MRGO commemorates the 180 people who died in St. Bernard parish

possible water or flooding and the hotel we used accepted pets because we had Chloe with us.  I called the place and there was “no room at the inn”.  So I had to start looking online for hotels there that were pet friendly.  I found one that looked acceptable so I called and booked us two rooms for, I think, 4 days.  We(my Dad and I) never thought as much about getting out of the path of a hurricane as much as we thought of just getting out of the immediate area.  Obviously the idea of levees being breached and floodwalls collapsing never crossed my mind.  So then I called the momster and in my sternest voice told her we had to get ready to leave for Katrina.  I was surprised when she said okay because she had watched the news on tv also.  (big sigh of relief from me!)

That evening I started boarding up windows and putting things away that were in the yard and on the

Memorial plaque with the names of those in SBP that died in the storm.

Memorial plaque with the names of those in SBP that died in the storm.

patio so there would be no flying projectiles when the winds hit.  Saturday I ran errands before getting ready to leave and then spent Saturday evening loading up the Expedition.  We left out Sunday morning and I was concerned about my neighbors because two families of them decided they would ride out the storm there.  That morning I found out  that one of families had decided to leave and that was a relief for me.  After following the news and weather I was awfully concerned about anyone staying behind.

We got to Meridian and the hotel and I was surprised at the number of Louisiana tags in the parking lot and then even more surprised when I found out that many of the people were fellow residents from “da parish”.  We watched the news as they showed Katrina hitting Louisiana and then as it moved inland.  Then we watched as it was approaching Mississippi and I realized the winds weren’t really dying down

A flooded Judge Perez Dr. in Chalmette LA.

A flooded Judge Perez Dr. in Chalmette LA.

much.  I found out later that winds in Meridian got up to 100 mph (I figured this out as I watched pieces of the

hotel next to us break off and fly around).  We lost power there and didn’t get it back for two days.  Meanwhile I was checking with people around the hotel to see if anyone had news from the parish.  Gradually folks started getting some news.  We knew the city had been flooded…we all sat around in shock just watching the videos that were coming in.  But then I started hearing that the levees on the MRGO that protected St. Bernard had failed.  Chalmette was flooded, with some places having water over the roofs.

The storm surge comes through the MRGO overtopping the levees.

The storm surge comes through the MRGO overtopping the levees.

In the picture above I can’t give anything for a reference except to say the tall things there are the supports for a four-laned Interstate type bridge that crosses over the Mississippi River Gulf Outlet.  Obviously those are telephone poles and trees in the front.  Normally the MRGO was so placid people would go out there in flat boats to fish.

All I can say is that for days there was a bunch of people who were milling around a hotel with no power, hotter than hell , just wondering what had happened to their homes.  We were getting no news about our parish because the bigger disaster was what was happening in New Orleans.  Then news started trickling in as I wrote above.

I’m going to wrap this up with something from The Rude Pundit because writing about “the thing” as Chris Rose referred to it is not something I really want to relive again.

“I don’t wanna write about that. I’m tired of thinking about it,” said one of the Rude Pundit’s New Orleans friends when he asked the woman to post on this here blog about the tenth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, the storm that caused the levees in New Orleans to break, allowing cataclysmic, murderous floods to ravage that place and many others. “Why does it matter that it’s been ten years? Every day is another anniversary.” Her family had lost three Katrina shrimp Boat Chalmetteor four houses between all the members. She lived a damn nightmare.

He reached out to another buddy, an old friend, a writer and photographer, who responded, “I’m just keeping my head low and not following it at all. It makes me crazy.” He meant that it depressed the hell out of him, and it was hard to blame him. He had been chased out of his home by the storm and came back to help rebuild the town. – See more at:

And that’s sorta the way I feel too.  We were fortunate in that we had “only” about five to six feet of water in the house and it did not come up in a violent matter.  The house is structurally sound and is secured, just waiting there for the rebuild.

But as Rude Pundit’s friends said, “I don’t wanna talk about it”.  Sometimes wounds take forever to heal and sometimes they don’t heal at all.

When I first saw someone post this song online, after the storm, I was sitting in the Birmingham area, where I am now, and just completely broke down.  I had a bottle of Seagrams 7 near me and just started slugging the shit.  The guy wasn’t even from La, but he knew…he knew.  I sat there slugging and snuffling until I got loaded enough to fall asleep.

It’s an open thread and comment however you’d like.  And writing about this has made me have to take a half of a xanax.

And yes dear mother I still miss you a great deal.

Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine,           Let eternal light shine on them, Lord,
cum sanctis tuis in aeternum,              as with Your saints in eternity,
quia pius es.                                   because You are merciful.
Requiem aeternum dona eis, Domine,    Grant them eternal rest, Lord,
et Lux perpetua luceat eis,                    and let perpetual light shine on them,
cum Sanctus tuis in aeternum,              as with Your saints in eternity,
quia pius es.                                            because You are merciful.             

It’s been two years since you’ve passed and I still think about you.  And when I do, I think of the life you lived.

You were a daughter of the South and a child of the Depression.  You knew what hard times were.  I remember the stories you told me of going to great-granny’s farm down in Dothan Alabama where you worked the summers on the farm.  You told me about shaking peanuts, and picking cotton….how great-granny told you “Congratulations darlin’ you made your hundred”, after you had picked a hundred pounds of cotton and how she saved your money for you.  You worked out in those fields right alongside the croppers that worked for great-granny.  And then when you got back to Birmingham, that’s how Grandma and Aunt Flossie used the money to buy the material at the store to make your dresses for the school year.  But as you told me one time, you were always more comfortable in bib-overalls than in those dresses for school.

You told me about how you and grandma too both worked in an aircraft plant during WWII.

I remember the story you told me about how, when you were pregnant with me, you drove from dad’s mom’s house in Kentucky by yourself, to the base in Virginia where you were to meet dad coming back from an unaccompanied tour.  There were no Interstate highways then and you were driving an old pickup truck.  LOL!  There were no King’s Ranch editions or Silverado deluxe editions or whatever.  It was just a plain pickup truck on old state and U.S. highways back then.

I remember the time you were having some kind of cardiac episode and me getting you into that huge Grand Marquis that Dad bought for you and then me flooring the thing going down Judge Perez just telling you to buckle up and hang on so I could get you to the hospital.   I have no idea how I didn’t kill us both!

I remember when you had to have the cardiac surgery because of that calcified heart valve.  We were all scared to death about it and whether you’d make it through or not.  Then the doctor came out and told us you did great and said “She’s a tough old bird; she broke the saw when we were cutting her chest.”.  😆  Me, dad and the neighbors all just let out a sigh of relief.

I remember the two of us sitting in a hotel in Meridian Mississippi after Katrina when some of the first tape was being shown of all the flooding down there after the federal floodwalls and levees collapsed and you asking me what we were going to do then.  I remember saying I didn’t have any damned idea.

I remember the day you died.  I got a call from the nursing home asking me to please hurry and get there.  I had spent the night before with you and saw you having trouble breathing and me holding your hand saying it was okay and telling you how much I loved you.  I didn’t get there before you died, but the nurses had taken care of you.  You had a clean gown on and your hair had been brushed.  You were still warm to my touch.

The nurses asked me what funeral home I wanted you taken to and I only knew of one so they called them.  I stayed with you until the funeral home guy came for you but I couldn’t watch them put you on that gurney thing and wheel you out.

Later that day I went to the funeral home here and spoke with the director about making arrangements to take you back home to St. Bernard.  The next day he called me and told me everything had been taken care of on this end.  Later I spoke to the director at the funeral home down home and made the rest of the arrangements.  I picked out the clothes for you to wear and took them to the cleaners and then after they were ready, shipped them to Louisiana.

I remember walking into the funeral home; there were final papers to sign and such.  But the funeral director let me go in to see you first.  You looked so much at peace.  You looked so much at rest.  And I thought:  “All the hard fights and battles are over Margaret; you’ve earned your rest and I got you back home to be next to Daddy.”  Your services were informal and simple.  The folks that you knew, and others, came to say their goodbyes and we also had some laughs and chuckles.

At your graveside, Lordy it was hot that day in August!  We kept things brief because of the heat and humidity.  Typical August day in southeast Louisiana.  Everything went well until…

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