I read a comment this morning from a favorite writer who mentioned the beauty of his neck of the woods. He mentioned that it is soured by the ignorance and bigotry of many who live there. He mentioned that the roadways are littered, bald tires and broken refrigerators cast off for someone else or more likely nobody to properly dispose of them.

I was struck though that despite this he still sees and wishes for the beauty to prevail.

It can and does in many ways. Take this for example:

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Comment by alsoknownas on November 23, 2017 at 8:40am

Enjoy the beauty around you.

Comment by Rosigami on November 23, 2017 at 8:46am

I do!
And thank you for adding something beautiful to this day. 

Comment by alsoknownas on November 23, 2017 at 8:48am


You're quite welcome.

Comment by Anna Herrington on November 23, 2017 at 9:45am

Thanks aka - and Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

(That's exactly how I feel about Georgia, love the beauty and comfort and grace of the land and while the ignorance and ways of some among the people there made me take my leave long ago, I still dream of the beauty inherent there.... a natural paradise once upon a time, glimmers still visible at certain moments...)

Today, grateful for our beautiful mountain-y world out west, now Home ~ Cheers!

Comment by alsoknownas on November 23, 2017 at 9:48am

Cheers Anna.

Comment by Tom Cordle on November 23, 2017 at 10:07am

I stand by what I say here, so feel free to mention me by name. That includes what I said about life in the Green Ghetto, as I sometimes refer to it. And no, my comments were not a complete picture of life here, nor were they intended to be a complete picture.

A more complete picture would include the fact that people smile a lot more here than say New York City (and that's based on my first-hand experience in both places). And people who vehemently disagree with you about politics and religion do not hesitate to lend you a helping hand when it's needed. A couple of years back, we had a rare tornado come thru our tiny town, and people were out clearing the streets with chainsaws within minutes.

You mention music, and I'm here to tell you, I have that in abundance here, and for that  I am eternally grateful. That said, I wish a few more people could have appreciated it when my buddy Jerry and I played Horace Silver's lovely jazz piece "Song for My Father" in church.

You are also correct that if I'm really put out with this place, I should leave. Believe me, I've thought about that many times, but long ago I wrote something that's stuck with me ever since:

Lookin' for happiness and tryin' to fake it
Findin' that happiness is where you make it

Just to be clear, I"m not talking about making it in the sense of success, but about trying your best to make yourself happy – and hopefully those around you – no matter the place or the circumstances. Sad to say, what too many complainers fail to learn is that no matter where you go, there you are.

Comment by alsoknownas on November 23, 2017 at 12:57pm

Thanks Tom.

You correctly identified the "favored writer" comment.

Enjoy the day.

I've been outside raking and feeding the house finches, Black Capped Chickadees and White Breasted Nuthatches. They swirl around me and set within a foot waiting for the feeder to be replenished.

A 19 lb. bird is in the oven in my grandma's roasting pan. I've had turkey on occasion cooked in a different pan but it doesn't taste right.

Thanks for stopping in.

Comment by Anna Herrington on November 23, 2017 at 1:06pm

"And people who vehemently disagree with you about politics and religion do not hesitate to lend you a helping hand when it's needed."

Tom, I do miss that about the South. Folks show up for you when you need them, regardless of the rest.


Comment by koshersalaami on November 23, 2017 at 1:34pm

A couple of years ago there was a rally at a local church, I think against the infamous North Carolina Bathroom Bill. A bunch of artists  from surrounding communities played music and sang. At the end, my rabbi asked a guy I play with to lead them in This Land Is Your Land. He plays guitar and sings. I backed him up on a piano. One of the people there was Ms. Giddons. I dodn't get a chance to talk to her because it ran long and my friend and I were late for a klezmer gig at Temple, so as soon as it ended there's crowd video of me leaping from my piano bench, jumping off stage and heading for the door. I'd have introduced myself. She went to my Alma mater. 

Comment by Maui Surfer on November 24, 2017 at 3:42pm

Goddamn, I just realized Nanakuli is a Green Ghetto. Fucking depressing but absolutely true.


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