Katrina was just a strong storm by the time it reached us in northwest Mississippi. As did nearly everyone in this part of the country, we worked to find and support family members, friends, and strangers who had lived closer to the coast. And as did hundreds of others, our small town became home to thousands of refugees, for many months providing shelter, food and clothing.
I checked, and until yesterday, my last BBB post had been Jan. 20, 2005. I wrote that my wife and I had just returned from a short vacation to the French Quarter, the memory of which soon became bittersweet.
Days after our return from New Orleans, we received a phone call from our daughter, 27, four years married and childless. She said, "Get Mom on the other phone." We both thought, "a grandchild!"
We were not prepared for, "I'm going to Iraq." Everything else, for the next several months, faded in importance.
She eventually spent 30 days as an imbedded journalist in Iraqi cities and villages south and southwest of Baghdad. She wrote about the daily lives -- accomplishments, failures, frustrations, fears and joys -- of Mississippi men and women serving in the 155th Combat Brigade. She lived with them in the field and had a firsthand view of the violence of war and the strength and courage and perseverance of men, women and children, American and Iraqi.
During that time I got out of the habit of visiting BBB.
I'm glad I returned yesterday. You can't imagine how pleased I was to read this morning that you and Shos remembered me.
I do enjoy the discussions of music by those of you who actually know what you are talking about.
I'll be back.
And thanks for asking.
A society is generally as lax as its language.