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Tuesday
Oct292013

National Cat Day: black cat on my shoulder

I just learned from my friend @michaelkircherphoto that today is National Cat Day. Michael posted a picture of himself with a friend's black cat on his shoulder. As it happens, there is a black cat on my shoulder at this very moment, positioned to assist me as I work. So, in honor of him on National Cat Day, here is Jim on my shoulder.

 

Text added at 12:27 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.

Tuesday
Oct292013

Saturday evening at Diane Benson's house, part 2: A Tlingit drum played the role of her battle-wounded son

In the dark, wee, hours of that most bitter morning in November, 2005, just after Diane had learned her son had lost his legs in Iraq and was now fighting for his life, she pushed her tears aside and picked up a little red book of her poetry. She then read to me a poem she had written when he was 12. In it, she recalled him as he been from birth to then and described her vision of the war she feared he would one day face. Somehow, even then she had known. This Friday, Saturday and Sunday, Diane will perform a play of her own authorship and choreography, Act 3 of which tells her own story as a mother whose heart and soul suffered the wounds of war as surely as did the legs and body of her only son.

She had never performed Act 3 before an audience but felt a need to do so before she went to London. She invited a few close friends over and so performed her premiere showing before an audience of seven. In Act 3, Diane relates how she named her son Latseen, Tlingit for “Strength.” She knew he would grow to be a Strong Man. When he was 18, he drove off to do a cross-country motorcycle trip in the Lower 48. Immediately after 9/11, Latseen announced he was going to join the Army. He wanted to go to Afghanistan and bring bin Laden and al-Qaeda to justice. Instead, he served in the spearpoint in the invasion of Iraq. He returned safely, his four year commitment came to an end and, just as he made plans to get on with life, he was sent back to Iraq under “Stop Loss.”

In Act 3, she reads the same poem she read to me seven years ago. In the most extended scene of the act, Diane reenacts the flight she made with her son and several of his fellow Wounded Warriors from Germany to the US. She moves from stretcher to stretcher – suspended three high – to speak with, comfort and take comfort from all the Wounded Warriors. She also gestures to and communicates with the Tlingit drum pictured – her son. As they fly, they become as one family, she, the mother, all of them her sons, brothers of her son Latseen.

For all the grief, worry, grief and sadness, Latseen, The Strong Man, has gone on to make a good life and family with wife Jessica and to become a Wounded Warrior Olympics star. Diane will be performing the play as part of Origins: Festival of First Nations under the title of When My Spirit Raised Its Hands, her original name for Act 1, her famous play about Native Rights Activist Elizabeth Peratrovich, Tlingit. Peratrovich's impromptu speech before the Alaska Territorial Senate in 1945 turned the tables on some racist Senators and led to Alaska's Anti-Discrimination Act of 1945.

Monday
Oct282013

Saturday evening at Diane Benson's house, part 1: Vanessa recalls the burn victims coming in on 9/11; 10,050 flag ribbons

Saturday evening at Diane Benson's house, part 1: 9/11 remembered. Before Diane gave a handful of friends a private premiere of the play she will be doing in London this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, we snacked on halibut she had caught, along with chili, veggies, breads, cheesecake and strong coffee. As we did, Phillip Charette listened as Vanessa Salinas recalled how she had been working in DC at Washington Center Hospital on 9/11. When she first heard the news from a coworker, she did not believe it, but then she looked out the window and saw smoke rising from the Pentagon. Immediately, she joined in to help prepare for the patients all knew would soon arrive at the emergency room and burn unit, where she was stationed.

After the partients were brought in and their care had begun, she was given the task of getting 10,000 red, white, and blue ribbons made in just two days. She found a place near DC that agreed to do it. Then, a nurse who had lost her husband in the bombing asked if she could get 50 ribbons to give to family and friends. Salinas called the ribbon makers, who added 50 more to the 10,000.

Salinas was there when President George W. Bush, who so far had kept a low profile, arrived without media to visit the wounded. The man who she saw enter the hospital looked frightened and unsure. Later, when he came out from the hospital rooms, she saw a President who had completely changed. He was resolute. The next day, he went to New York, stood in the rubble of the Twin Towers and gave his famous speech. She was moved by what she saw, but it didn't stop her from carrying signs to protest some of Bush's later actions. 

 

Text added at 9:56 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.

Monday
Oct282013

Before it can even get cold, it warms up again

Last week, I posted a picture I took less than 100 yards from here of a boat in the middle of ice and everything freezing up - behind schedule, but finally freezing up. Now everything is warm again. Last night, we could hear the wind howling, blasting in from its origins in the South Pacific. In some places The wind hit 105 mph. Early in the fall, it looked like we might get an early winter. Now, I am beginning to wonder if winter will ever come at all this year. Before this year, several seasons had passed by without any water running through this culvert. There has now been water in this culvert since break up last spring, but not always this deep. Even during our hot, hot, summer weather there was water in it. Last night's warm wind brought warm rain and now there is even more water in the culvert.

 

Text added at 12:42 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.

Monday
Oct282013

What the heck: two more school buses and breakfast too

Well what the heck – two more school buses. I am back in Wasilla now. I suppose I should note that Margie and I did not have to go without breakfast. After we failed at McDonald's, we went down the road and there was absolutely no one in line at Carl's Jr. so we got our breakfast there. It turned out to be the kind of breakfast one would not have wanted to have waited in line for. Sometime today, I will still put up the posts from Saturday evening. Given the fact that we had family over all day yesterday, family was where I put all my attention. 

 

Text added at 10:14 AM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.