Sunset Lmt also Rises + Dick Gregory / Oct 2017
LEJ's Louisiana / Yours Truly in a Swamp
by
Leonard Earl Johnson
October 2017
© 2017, Leonard Earl Johnson, All Rights Reserved
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~ Dedicated to Dick Gregory, a short memorial follows this month's story ~
~ Dedicated to Dick Gregory, a short memorial follows this month's story ~
The Sunset Limited also Rises
by Leonard Earl Johnson
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| Sunset Limited at Sunrise Courtesy of Amtrak "Hi, ho. Hi, ho, it's off the cliff we go No brains, no thoughts, just the guns we brought Hi, ho. Hi, ho. Hi, ho!" ~ L. A. Norma singing her New American Anthem, while waiting for the train to New Orleans at the Rosa Parks Transportation Center, Lafayette, Louisiana |
Friday's Sunset Limited bound from Los Angeles to New Orleans did not pass through Lafayette -- 130 miles out -- until 1:30 Saturday morning. It was well into the next day when it finally reached the City of Dreamy Dreams.
The passengers were grumpy. The exhausted crew was expected to sweep out the train for its Los Angeles turn-around at 9a.m. (It actually left five hours late.) And the sun was rising when we stepped out of Union Passenger Terminal, and climbed in a United Cab headed for a French colonial breakfast of beignets and café au lait at Café du Monde, next to the Mississippi River flood wall in ole New Orleans.
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L. A. Norma closed the cab door and said, "They could'a re-named her the 'Sun-rise Un-limited.' " She is disgruntled over our delay, and disbelieving that I had talked her into making this trip leading to late trains and fear of floods. |
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Our cab driver nodded but said nothing. We had seen him before. And he had seen us. He was wearing his T-shirt that read: 'My Parents Went to New Orleans and All I Got Is This Lousy I.Q.'
There had been a derailment two days before, way out West. For the next two days Amtrak could not tell us anything. Except that the "Incident" was not an "Amtrak Incident."
We did not know what that meant. The only part of the "what-ever incident" that concerned us was Amtrak's delay.
"If that isn't an Amtrak-incident," Norma bellowed, "Ray Nagin* is not an honest man." The cabbie pulled up to the curb, turned around and stared at her.
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It was an off-day for the once
daily Times-Picayune, and we purchased a Daily Advocate, the once Baton Rouge only paper that has absorbed Big Swamp City markets left behind by our venerated grey old lady of New Orleans letters.
The Times-Picayune has lifted her skirts and shown us she has only enough petticoats left for three days a week. She has not exactly folded, but she ain't goin' dancing any more.
Since Katrina, The T-P had been pushing her faithful scribes out the door. Now, she is pushing them out the windows, too, and breaking our hearts all over again with news of more demon change.
On the decadently optimistic side, however, she has given us yet another forget-me-not theme for fundraiser dinners, parties and coffee shop chatter for years, nay, centuries.
"That will fill our T-P-less days," Norma said, standing beside the cab lighting a cigarette. She blew smoke in the Cabbie's face and handed him a large bill, "Keep the change."
It was an off-day for the once
daily Times-Picayune, and we purchased a Daily Advocate, the once Baton Rouge only paper that has absorbed Big Swamp City markets left behind by our venerated grey old lady of New Orleans letters.
The Times-Picayune has lifted her skirts and shown us she has only enough petticoats left for three days a week. She has not exactly folded, but she ain't goin' dancing any more.
Since Katrina, The T-P had been pushing her faithful scribes out the door. Now, she is pushing them out the windows, too, and breaking our hearts all over again with news of more demon change.
On the decadently optimistic side, however, she has given us yet another forget-me-not theme for fundraiser dinners, parties and coffee shop chatter for years, nay, centuries.
"That will fill our T-P-less days," Norma said, standing beside the cab lighting a cigarette. She blew smoke in the Cabbie's face and handed him a large bill, "Keep the change."
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The newspaper said we awaited a strong storm headed in from the Gulf of Mexico.
The newspaper said we awaited a strong storm headed in from the Gulf of Mexico.
"Debby's the name, flooding's the game," Norma said through a cloud of cigarette smoke. "She's headed for Florida."
We prayed for Florida, but worried the storm might slip past the point of our prayers and come here.
"Thank Gott, we have a flood wall sturdy as the one that failed us last time," L. A. Norma told the checkout clerk at Rouses on Baronne Street. The checkout clerk said ~ in a dialect fading from New Orleans' soundscape ~ that she had told her Mother the same thing the day before, "An'da Mayors's been saying dat all weeks."
On our way back to Faubourg Marigny we reminisced over storm preparations of long, long ago. When the effort was no more than stocking up on Camel Cigarettes (for Norma), Chocolate Ice Cream (for me), and batteries for a little transistor radio that had traceable DNA directly back to the 1950s. We were young and foolish.
"Well, you still got the foolish part," Norma said.
Next day, she called Amtrak and found the morning train West would not be leaving until that afternoon. The Governor had been on tv over night telling us not to drown. We planned on that, but knew some would forget. "The train will be traveling away from it, on the dry side," Norma said, exhaling Camel Cigarette smoke, "Dry-er side."
New Orleans is expecting a direct hit by a small, fast moving Hurricane and has issued a mandatory 6pm curfew. Norma booked sleeping compartments to Lafayette.
We phoned for our cabby, and told him during our ride to the Union Passenger Terminal, "New Orleans' DAT DOG hotdogs opened a big place in Lafayette." On Boulevard Jefferson, just around the corner from the Amtrak stop.
"The menu boasts Hotdogs d'turducken, d'crawfish, or d'gator," I said.
"Two floors, and a music stage, too! In forty-feet-up, twenty-miles-in Lafayette," Norma added.
He said, "But is it worth it?"
"We will be back in a few weeks for the Tennessee Williams Festival," Norma said to the ticket-taker at the Sunset Limited's platform gate. The ticket-taker closed her eyes and handed us back our ticket stubs.
We closed the curtains in our cabin, and dozed off as the train slipped out past the Arena and the Superdome.
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| Louisiana Superdome / Sports Arena / Amtrak train yard "The big one looks like the box the little one came in," Norma said, before snoring. |
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*Ray Nagin
Controversial mayor of New Orleans during Katrina and after. Noted for holding The City together politically by traveling the country speaking to the diaspora, and holding elections with voting booths outside New Orleans ~ his administration fought with the Bush Administration over information withheld (under claims of privacy) on the whereabouts of New Orleans citizens. This, some say, was done to thwart Nagin's efforts at holding The City together as a mostly black and blue-voting block in an otherwise mostly white and red-voting state. It was during this time, Nagin was widely quoted speaking positively of New Orleans being a "Chocolate City." Hyper race-sensitive Louisianians (admit it, cher, there are some!) did not like seeing it that way.
*Ray Nagin
Controversial mayor of New Orleans during Katrina and after. Noted for holding The City together politically by traveling the country speaking to the diaspora, and holding elections with voting booths outside New Orleans ~ his administration fought with the Bush Administration over information withheld (under claims of privacy) on the whereabouts of New Orleans citizens. This, some say, was done to thwart Nagin's efforts at holding The City together as a mostly black and blue-voting block in an otherwise mostly white and red-voting state. It was during this time, Nagin was widely quoted speaking positively of New Orleans being a "Chocolate City." Hyper race-sensitive Louisianians (admit it, cher, there are some!) did not like seeing it that way.
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~ In Memoriam ~
Dick Gregory 1932 ~ 2017
~ In Memoriam ~
Dedicated to a Life well lived
Dick Gregory and I attended Southern Illinois University, back in the Fabled Sixties.
He was from nearby Saint Louis, Missouri.
I was from nearby Ullin, Illinois.
He said he had not known segregation personally before Carbondale. "I lived in a black neighborhood, wasn't no white people to be segregated from."
In Carbondale, he had two dates the same night, at the Varsity Theatre.
"In my black neighborhood, back in Saint Louis, getting a seat in the balcony was an honor. In Carbondale it was segregation."
But he did not know that. Until the night of the two dates.
"For the first date I was honored by a seat in the balcony." He drew on a cigarette and exhaled, "When I took the second date to a seat below I found out what segregation was."
Dick Gregory was a great man, who lived an honorable Life. We are all better off because of his being with us. ~ LEJ.org
Dick Gregory and I attended Southern Illinois University, back in the Fabled Sixties.
He was from nearby Saint Louis, Missouri.
I was from nearby Ullin, Illinois.
He said he had not known segregation personally before Carbondale. "I lived in a black neighborhood, wasn't no white people to be segregated from."
In Carbondale, he had two dates the same night, at the Varsity Theatre.
"In my black neighborhood, back in Saint Louis, getting a seat in the balcony was an honor. In Carbondale it was segregation."
But he did not know that. Until the night of the two dates.
"For the first date I was honored by a seat in the balcony." He drew on a cigarette and exhaled, "When I took the second date to a seat below I found out what segregation was."
Dick Gregory was a great man, who lived an honorable Life. We are all better off because of his being with us. ~ LEJ.org
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