fort mountain

a dead place

as it was the two or three other times i've visited, new echota was just depressing ---

spring place

i got a few more chapters of the coochee project off to the client and, after writing about the cherokee, i decided to check out new echota and spring place in the twenty-first century ---

i was dismayed at the vann house (1805) to find that the state, guided by its republican sense of priorities, stuck a plywood-boxed column under the cantilevered stairs

but it's still there

the good, the bad, the ugly

a grim week in america --- police executing civilians, and snipers killing cops --- i buried myself in my work and the flowers, and tried not to think about it --- except for the march to the park on thursday

the fourth of july

it celebrates the birth of the united states, which began the demise of native america --- but those things happen i guess

the whole "make america great again" thing is just dumb, all things considered

reading

i just finished john lahr's tennessee williams, mad pilgrimage of the flesh, a really excellent biography --- that williams was born in 1911 is a fact i missed learning along the way

what implements have we but words, images, colors, scratches upon the caves of our solitude?

last day of spring

orlando got me down, made me want to just bury myself in my work -- which i did, and so i've gone the longest without posting since i started this stupid blog --- and now it's father's day and i'm sposed to have warm fuzzy thoughts ---         ---- as i told someone the other day, you just can't let the bastards get you down ---

i have dog, a few friends, a few flowers, and all the books i can think about, so i'm probably ok

plus i may not have to play rentman much longer --- anybody need a nice house in sylvan hills or college park?

great sky yesterday

a trip to pattiland

juniper street is about to get a major overhaul

redundant images of the animals

flowers!

i can't go without a blossom of some sort on the thirteenth floor, which is a good thing since i don't know what i would have to do to make the euphorbia quit blooming

bitchin abt sidewalks again

it's not that far to atlantic station (abt 3.5 mi round trip) but this city's total disregard for keeping sidewalks open during building construction really chaps my butt --- that sort of t hing was never, absolutely never a problem in nyc --- only if they were actually excavating the sidewalk would it be closed

and our word for today

"ain't any of us getting out of this alive"

the last of my jones aunts died the other day, aged 95, and the funeral was today --- a sweet lady that almost to her dying day spent her time digging around in her flower garden --- she actually didn't quit driving until last march --- a closed casket, thank you jesus, on her wishes, which makes her very progressive for the family in that way ---

the funeralization event also led to much cousin-friending on facebook, which i hope will work out well for all --- i know that most of them i would never see or hear from again otherwise ---

a.d. went with me and so we stopped to say hay to carol at flat creek, lying there amid many generations of joneses in fayette county --- we both agreed that we still missed her a whole hell of a lot ---

the burying today was at forest lawn, near union city, amid the graves of other generations of jones relations, including a cousin murdered in ft lauderdale in 1981 and his sister killed in a car crash a year later, all of which made everybody extremely sad --- seven siblings, a very baptist family that always tended much more toward love than judgement --- whenever my aunt and uncle traveled, they always left the door to the house unlocked, in case some of the family needed to get in