Friday, November 09, 2012
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Mystery of the Bee
For the past three days AND nights I've notice a bee sitting on top of one of my plants. I don't know if the bee
sits on it all night long, but it's there when the dog gets me up at 6:30 AM and it was there after the sun set every evening this week. I thought it was dead until today when I noticed it had moved. I've never seen bees do anything like this and am wondering if anyone has an answer. Here are the pictures.
sits on it all night long, but it's there when the dog gets me up at 6:30 AM and it was there after the sun set every evening this week. I thought it was dead until today when I noticed it had moved. I've never seen bees do anything like this and am wondering if anyone has an answer. Here are the pictures.
Friday, November 02, 2012
Words of solace from a Katrina survivor
From the incredibly talented Ian McNulty , words of solace from the survivors of Katrina to the survivors of Sandy
Excerpt:
It was early November 2005, about two months after Hurricane Katrina, and I’d been back at my New Orleans home for a few days before I spotted my first neighbor. She’d come back for her own first look at her house and at our neighborhood, all of which had been flooded by the levee breaches here.
I was relieved that she was okay and I beamed happily at her. She smiled back, reflexively it seemed, because a moment later, she started shaking a little as tears gathered in her eyes.
“Can you believe it?” she said. “I mean, what are we supposed to do now?”
Her question hung there as we both gazed around. By this time, the floodwaters had long since drained away, leaving what had been an old, colorful neighborhood of homes and businesses, churches and schools as a blanched, shattered, stained, debris-strewn landscape that was dead quiet, with no other people to be seen.
I hugged her, because she was crying now and because I had no other way to answer. I didn’t know how anyone could possibly begin fixing the total mess that had suddenly engulfed our lives.
Originally posted by NJ dot com
Excerpt:
It was early November 2005, about two months after Hurricane Katrina, and I’d been back at my New Orleans home for a few days before I spotted my first neighbor. She’d come back for her own first look at her house and at our neighborhood, all of which had been flooded by the levee breaches here.
I was relieved that she was okay and I beamed happily at her. She smiled back, reflexively it seemed, because a moment later, she started shaking a little as tears gathered in her eyes.
“Can you believe it?” she said. “I mean, what are we supposed to do now?”
Her question hung there as we both gazed around. By this time, the floodwaters had long since drained away, leaving what had been an old, colorful neighborhood of homes and businesses, churches and schools as a blanched, shattered, stained, debris-strewn landscape that was dead quiet, with no other people to be seen.
I hugged her, because she was crying now and because I had no other way to answer. I didn’t know how anyone could possibly begin fixing the total mess that had suddenly engulfed our lives.
Originally posted by NJ dot com
Thursday, November 01, 2012
Happy Birthday New Orleans Saints
The National Football League awarded its 16th franchise to New Orleans on November 1, 1966. Appropriately, it was All Saints Day. In mid-December, 28-year-old John W. Mecom Jr., a successful Texas and Louisiana businessman, became the majority stockholder.
Happy 46th Birthday, Saints!
Happy 46th Birthday, Saints!
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