Dateline: Irvine, CA
August 2, 2016 11:45pm (PDT)
Just before the lunch hour I heard Arlo Guthrie’s ‘City of New Orleans‘ streaming from my tablet. My thoughts went back to my youth and when I first heard it. Simpler times. And of a fleeting moment in our lives when we once lived close to the tracks. I recall the nights wondering where those trains were going, or coming from. Thought ’bout my father who liked the song, and I then recalled something ’bout his own dad in a Tweet — in a cursory check I found the posting:
“…I suppose
Old Man Trump knows
Just how much
Racial Hate
He stirred up
In the bloodpot of human hearts
When he drawed
That color line
Here at his
Eighteen hundred family project…” — Why Woody Hated Donald Trump’s Dad
Dunno if I can find a detour to hit The Big Easy in my travels nowadays, and of course to reminisce.
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