Thursday, September 08, 2005

O Day

While I'm away...

That's, of course, The Superdome. My stepdad helped roof it. Now the roof is gone. The only sporting event my father ever took me to was a Tulane football game in it. I didn't like the football, but I liked being with my dad. It was the biggest thing I was ever in. And now they're going to tear it down. After what happened in it, I don't think that's a bad idea.

Listen with me:
O day - Bessie Jones And The Sea Island Singers

1 comment:

clayton cubitt said...

Oh, my God, oh my God, Oh my, God - how can they practice for this, run the computer models, see the storm track and not do the right thing- how can they not--oh my God!!!
Bush should resign...I'm so ashamed of your trouble.
I'm a tough guy...a very tough guy by trade, and I'm ashamed of nature doing this to you and your Mom, and I'm crying a bit.
Thank you so much for bringing it on way past the news reports. oH my God !!!
I can't be profane enough.

posted by: ezdidit on 9/12/2005 10:30:06 PM


i'm actually having a Tulane student come tomorrow to live with me for the semester. she told me she had fled with some friends, just outrunning the hurricane, hoping to find sanctuary in the Superdome.


posted by: sek42 on 9/9/2005 12:09:31 AM


Here is the Link for the prints.

posted by: rivers739 on 9/8/2005 4:35:26 PM

Please repost the link to purchase prints, I want to help.

posted by: puppyd on 9/8/2005 4:10:29 PM


Sitting At Katrina

The warnings came and went and I sat.
Where would I go? Except in a box forever?
I had a system worked out, it worked
Made more days better than not
Now she comes and says get the hell out
Get outa’ that chair,
off that couch
You move man, move your ass to higher ground
Or I will deliver a can of woop-ass on your soul.

Some of us did not listen
There comes a point
Where the inevitable
Actually is true

We fought and cried and screamed, it was as expected
Suddenly we’re no more special than anything else
When water rushes over us or, land slides onto us
The things we can make happen are like a tink on glass
The things that take us at these times escape measure

It can’t be reported because, often, no one’s left
The stories left are as incoherent as a dog barking

posted by: tjs1953 on 9/8/2005 4:07:39 PM