Monday, May 26, 2008
varied thoughts, Memorial Day, infrastructure pre-the civil war, The Going
This is a sad day and my Dad served in WW2 and he was lucky enough to return home safely. Last night I watched a few minutes of the Memorial Day program on Channel 13 and I had to cry seeing the young woman with her beautiful baby and photos of her and her husband and I think he died abroad serving. It is so sad and what ever your politics there is a history of soldier going to fight and leaving their families and many not returning and if they return they have spoken and unspoken stories..., some have post traumatic stress perhaps.
I feel so extra tired as usual and I have been listening (audio book) to the bio on Ben Franklin...much more doable than carrying these 5 pounders by Issacson. You can weight lift with his biographies on Franklin and Einstein. Franklin he says was an idealist and a realist. I can't help but wonder what Ben Franklin would say if he could visit us now.
I told a friend about the water pipe bursting and the pipe dates back I think from before the Civil War and he said it must have been a very well constructed pipe. I just can't imagine workers from that era laying down a pipe that still delivers water to us but I dread all the new pipes layed down during this tsunami of over the top community crushing development being attached at some point to these old pipes and lucky for the developers the medium to large breaks will break else where but how taxing in so many ways to shunt everything, sewage etc to sky high mega buildings where some where in the systems they are attached to ancient pipes that the pipe layers when they layed and their big bosses never imagined they would be doing their job so to speak all these years later to a mega sized densely populated NYC.
I keep returning to my short story I wrote almost a decade ago The Going and in the subway yesterday I looked out on to the platform and a black man, maybe he was homeless, and he had blue eyes. He was watching me was and I him. He nodded at me as if to say "everything is going to be okay" and than I dropped my head against the window... That for me was a scene out of The Going...
I had another one of those "soul resuscitating " dreams and an this one had an oscar winning film director in it and me being drained by an upcoming martial arts test that was way below my skill but I was required to take so draining and I thought to myself I am not taking it -- I don't want to ever take this tests again.
Just tired, wake up tired...attitude of gratitude....
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