Give Me My Coat and Shoes: Buddy Guy And Junior Wells

Posted January 21, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Old Coat: Peter, Paul and Mary

Posted January 21, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Coat Of Many Colors: Emmylou Harris

Posted January 21, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Man in the Long Black Coat: Bob Dylan

Posted January 21, 2020 by katry
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Posted January 21, 2020 by katry
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“I’m a detective, but nuns could stonewall Sam Spade into an asylum”

Posted January 21, 2020 by katry
Categories: Musings

The sun is winter sharp. The pine branches stand silhouetted against the blue sky. Snow flurries are predicted. It is only 30˚, the high for the day. It will go down to the teens later. I could go out, but I won’t. I’ll save all my errands for tomorrow.

When I was a kid, I’d stick out my tongue to catch the snowflakes. I don’t remember the cold days so much. I was always dressed in layers which I’d bemoan when I got to the cloak room where I’d have to peel off each layer while trying to avoid my classmates doing the same thing. The cloak room was narrow and made even worse when the winter coats hung from the hooks on both sides. I’d put my hat in one sleeve of my coat and my mittens in the other. I was always glad to get into my warm classroom with its high radiators hissing with steam and rumbling with water passing through each pipe. I’d put my lunchbox under my desk and then sit, hands folded, and wait for the bell announcing the start of the day. An eighth grader standing at the very top of the staircases rang that hand held bell.

My church has an upstairs and a downstairs. During the school day, whenever we went to church, the nuns used to walk us and shush anyone who dared to talk. We walked two by two in pairs of girls and boys, always to the downstairs of the church except when we practiced for ceremonies like first communion and confirmation. Despite the keen-eared nuns, we whispered to each other. The key was to keep looking straight ahead while talking. The nuns could hear us but never figured out who the reprobates were. We could hear the nuns get out of the pews. Their beads always rattled. By the time they got to us, we were quiet. I never got caught.

MLK Song: Mavis Staples

Posted January 20, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

MLK: U2

Posted January 20, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Shed a Little Light: James Taylor

Posted January 20, 2020 by katry
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Why (The King Of Love Is Dead): Nina Simone

Posted January 20, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video