Thursday, May 15, 2008

forty years ago today in chucktown

not surprisingly, i remember this. it's not EVERYday an F5 strikes. [i remember well the monster F5 that wiped out jordan, too]
me and the missus--and the mistress and her dog--just barely got into the cellar before that killer took away the family farm.

we rebuilt in a different part of the state.

that, my friends, was the birth of the orphanage.

and now you know the rest of the story...

4 comments:

HoleyHippieGeek said...

Totally off topic for this post here, but I thought you might find this story interesting: http://blog.wired.com/cars/2008/05/in-a-city-built.html

Would love to hear your thoughts on what those crazy Californians are doing! :)
--holeyhippiegeek

bryan said...

My mom was in Chucktown that day. She was just about to finish her student teaching semester. I think she got to end it early.

the mostly reverend said...

thanks, mr/ms hippie-g. i got this link from several folks today, and i recommend it HIGHLY.

if i lived there, you KNOW i'd be doing that shit, too...

it's different here in i-war [joe cocker's pronunciation], where we don't have that kind of gridlock. you know it's bad when you're getting passed by rollerbladers and tallbikes.

kpav said...

yay chuck city!