5.03.2010

Soggy Update

Caught in flooded Franklin, Tennessee. I have written a column connecting the Deepwater Geyser in the Gulf of Mexico with the floods in Tennessee, which were terrifying. Please click above to connect.

6 comments:

Vava (aka Virginia) said...

Oh, my...I need to introduce you to a friend that lives there! Except she is stuck in her home! And I guess the news media says you're not supposed be out & about. Those floods are horrific. Be safe!!!!

david terry said...

Dear Ms. Browning,
To be honest?...no, I hadn't thought of you, although I might have done so (having read your Franklin/Oxford touring schedule last week and having wondered how many of my bookish relatives & friends you might be encountering). That said?...

You're stuck in flooding Franklin? I just got off the telephone with my mother (who, along with my father, is as "from" Tennessee as it gets, given that all members of both sides of the family have been born in the same three counties since the late 18th century). I asked her how things were, and she said "WET".....before adding a comment about being glad someone built very high and strong foundations a long time ago, since all of the sump-pumps my well-intentioned father had installed in the 70's were popping-out as quickly as MTV starlets.

Incidentally (and not necessarily to make you feel worse?)?....you've been robbed while you were away from home.

Last night, I had a large-ish dinner here....presumably to honor the 6'2" former Armani model who used to be my constant-companion back-in-those-days (late 80's, to be specific). It was dreadful, particularly given that he's nothing more or less than he ever was, and his 74 year old mother was at the table, so I couldn't exactly say what I was exactly thinking at most times.

In any case, I didn't feel like eating (or even being in my own house) by the time dinner hit that table. Several folks asked "Oh, aren't you eating?"....and, having read the line from your book a few hours previously, I immediately paraphrased (stole) your very amusing line and simply announced "Oh, by the time you see your food on this table, I've been playing with it for two hours.....and I'm just OVER it, already?..."

Try to get over the mud and enjoy Franklin....about 85% of the really smart, female singer-songwriters you cited in your book live there, as you probably already know. Just go bang on their doorways and say "I want to MEEET EMMYLOU! I want to talk to her about how much 'Boulder to Birmingham' MEANS to me!" or "I want to TALK TO NANCI GRIIFTH!"....(trust me....you're likely to have the door opened by a Shawn Colvin or a Maura O'Connell, who just happens to be visiting and cutting a "between old friends" gratis harmony-track over the weekend).

You'll also enjoy Square Books. It's not over-hyped in the least. I've been to Oxford, over all these years, only when it's hot & dry. You'll have to keep your readers up on how the town feels when it's hot and sopping (it is, all done and said, downhill from Nashville and Memphis).

Best of luck on your tour through Our Dear Old Dirty (and, as of now, flooding) South,

David Terry
www.davidterryart.com
P.S> I know you had grandparents in Kentucky. My own mother would tell you that Kentucky connections are scant preparation for what awaits you in the nether regions, so to speak....

cvanlang said...

Stay safe and dry. Can't wait to read your next post.

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

I was just there a couple of weeks ago, and have been phoning friends all day. Who would have thought this would happen? Take care!

david terry said...

Oh...another posting....
Assuming that you might be stuck (and also assuming that you might still have an internet connection in Franklin, which isn't exactly known as a hi-tech town)?....

You (and anyone who responded emotionally to your tale regarding "stroller", should enjoy or at least appreciate this song. It's by and from the ever-elusive Stephin Merritt (of, among other bands, "The Magnetic Fields").

I never knew of it until it was played to me on a boombox in a barn outside Tours a couple of years ago. Perhaps you'll reocgnize why I thought of it when I finished reading your account of the relationship with "Stroller".

CLICK ON "The Book of Love"(and cough-up 99 cents to pay-for it, since I don't think any of us needs to become a pirate at our age, no matter how muddled our options might seem):

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_2_16?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-music&field-keywords=the+book+of+love+the+magnetic+fields&sprefix=the+book+of+love

Level Best,

David Terry
www.davidterryart.com

Vava (aka Virginia) said...

Ms. Browning - hope you've dried out by now. I HAD to post on your book. Stop by if you can...