Over in Glory Land January 28, 2008
Posted by Wet Bank Guy in Toulouse Street.Tags: jazz funeral, New Orleans, NOLA
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I’m in Carrington, North Dakota for my mother-in-laws funeral. Tomorrow’s forecast: -17 ambient with windchills into some frightening number I don’t even want to think about. Strange, the all-jazz station of the University of North Dakota (one of the reasons I decided I could settle there once upon a time, our own little ‘OZ on the prairie) was playing a song this morning called “Summer in New Orleans” talking about Kermit cookin’ some barbecue, Tuba Fats and all sort of other interesting stuff as I stared at the car thermometer reading 31, knowing it would soon start to fall as an artic wind blew in.
Of all of my Ibsen-directed-by-Bergman in-laws, Janet was my favorite. So, as I contemplate going back out into the seriously sub-zero air, I’ll leave this behind until I can get back home in time for the big weekend.
Sorry to hear about it. Condolences all the way around.
Hope we’ll see you this week or on Lundi Gras. Come see Proteus fall off the bus.
Sorry for your loss, and for the weather.
Ah, sadly I’ve done minus twenty below and lived to tell the tale. Colder, in fact. I think the coldest ambient temperature I’ve dealt with touched with minus thirties. That’s touch metal, stick to it weather; you skin, not your tongue. (Yes, your tongue will stick to metal, I discovered once working on my snowblower with a mini maglite in my mouth).
Thanks all. Rebecca has come home sick as a dog from the stress I imagine so Muses looks doubtful. We’ll see how the rest of the long weekend develops. I know I can’t take a day off for Lundi Gras after missing three days for the funeral.