Wendell must’ve loved Deirdre very much. Katrina was a lot to battle through for any other reason. Hits home because of a detail here I won’t go into. But the fatalism is a little too much for this fatalist. Great story, inner voice, J. The 82nd lost too many, wasted.
Like all Dylan fans, i thought his Bobness sang “Lurid wagon, lurid bike”. A mondegreen? I like to think Bob changed the lyric, like “docks that night”/ dark sad night.
Anyway, thank you Jimmy. You are blessed with such an amazing talent!
Wendell must’ve loved Deirdre very much. Katrina was a lot to battle through for any other reason. Hits home because of a detail here I won’t go into. But the fatalism is a little too much for this fatalist. Great story, inner voice, J. The 82nd lost too many, wasted.
So many lives get wasted or forgotten
Every day
Life hits everyone differently.
Definitely a Wow story.
Wendell loves to help others, but seems to have only Deirdre to help him.
Great writing to show a time in Wendell's life.
Thanks. I'm always thrilled to get a Wow out of these snapshots
You have a nice touch with the people the world forgets about. It’s terrific, Jimmy.
“Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm takin' you with me
Honey baby, when I go”
Like all Dylan fans, i thought his Bobness sang “Lurid wagon, lurid bike”. A mondegreen? I like to think Bob changed the lyric, like “docks that night”/ dark sad night.
Anyway, thank you Jimmy. You are blessed with such an amazing talent!
As Rollo Michaels says, "Shit happens!"