I just got a call from Kansas City. My brother, Steve, known here as tr ig, passed away this afternoon from a heart attack. He will be missed greatly by all who knew him, including Jenny, his son Eli, and myself.

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Comment by Julie Johnson on July 24, 2017 at 7:45am

Nana,thank you for writing and letting us know what's going on.  So very thoughtful, and kind.  You didn't have to, but thank you.  

Comment by Foolish Monkey on July 24, 2017 at 12:15pm

hey nana.

I'm very drawn to storms, and like you, I don't often pull over so I get that this had to have been a pip.  there's all kinds of magnetic and electrical voodoo going on plus the air pressure.  it's overwhelming to a body when nature turns her shit on us even quasi full blast.  

it's good to really good to read your words, to know you're okay and keeping on with your pointed POV intact in the midst of hurt and emotional upheaval, not to mention stormcrazed friends running off into the night.  

it's the HEAT.  fucking heat.  I nearly fried all last week - just sat outside and did work and dripped sweat and felt half insane.

today it's eat soup, sweatshirt weather.  I hope it lightened up a bit where you are, too.  hugs kid.  eat food.  

Comment by nanatehay on July 25, 2017 at 7:30am

The heat went away yesterday, though it will be back soon enough, August generally being the hottest month here. The storm, though... There seemed sometimes to be a disproportionately high incidence of freakish meteorological events when Steve and I got together. From the ice crystal-laden, prismatically shimmering cloud formations we watched for hours one autumn afternoon over Stranger Creek, to the gurgling insta-river that flowed over us in our sleeping bags during a 3am cloudburst near Marais des Cygnes, to the mile-high wall of debris and black cloud and straight line winds that we watched roll in like armaggedon one time near the Iowa border... I dunno, weird shit always seemed to be happening.

Comment by Anna Herrington on July 25, 2017 at 8:29am

Hey nana ~

I saw some of the crazy storms your way on the news.... sure seemed like a freakish meteorological event from here. Smart of you to pull over!

I can almost hear the sounds, feel the air from the inside of a car pulled over while in one of those crazy intense midwest storms.... the last one we were in, years ago now, I pulled over into a hotel lot to wait out blinding storm heads crashing. The hotel sign suddenly crashed down onto and through the trunk roof of the car next to us. Looked like someone had loaded up the sign, it fit so oddly perfectly. Scared the sh** out of everyone in the car - Kansas (where we were, right after we left Missouri) has some crazy intensity, period, imho!

Good to hear from you ~ 


Comment by Anna Herrington on July 25, 2017 at 8:31am

I still just...... can't believe it.




Comment by greenheron on July 26, 2017 at 6:35am

You two were electrically charged as brothers go. I left Jenny an observation that on OS if one of you was dissed, it was a matter of minutes until the other showed up to rumble. Sometimes I wondered if the disser did it just to start the show. 

People who process experience visually retain acute memories in a visual way, as your descriptions do. I can see it.

Storms and other natural dramas are even more memorable when shared. During the storm we had here in ’91, what’s now called The Perfect Storm, I went to the beach with a friend, even though people were told to stay home. I’ve never seen anything like that storm. Although she passed away a couple years ago, and we had lots of other shared experiences, watching the storm with her, both of us soaked, as immense waves broke over the seawall onto the road and front porches is my default memory of her.

Comment by nanatehay on August 4, 2017 at 5:25pm

Hi Anna, hi Monkey. I'm on Southwest flight 1347, lifting off in a few minutes for Oakland, where Tildy will be leaping into my arms more frenziedly than a Tasmanian devil by 11pm Pacific time.

Storms... weather... taking a break from the human hamster wheel grind by going out on the land to places where remnants of nature can still be found... things experienced that way seem more real and more meaningful than stuff experienced in the city. I need to find some place wild and remote where I can just sit and watch the sky for a few days.

Comment by Safe Bet's Amy on August 4, 2017 at 5:36pm

Fly safe, Nana.

Well, take the plane, but tell them to fly safely.

Comment by Rita Shibr on August 4, 2017 at 6:53pm

Travel safe Nana,  thinking of you. xo

Comment by greenheron on August 4, 2017 at 7:23pm

nana! I’ve wondered how you are. What a time you must have had, are having. You’ve been missed. 

Art and nature, two good coping tools. Soft furry animals, those too.


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