The House of the Rising Sun by the Animals always takes me back in time. While attending communications school in Florida, I had the opportunity to go to the Mardi Gras in New Orleans; what a blast! After completing the school, I was stationed at Adak, Alaska, a desolate and lonely place where the tallest tree was about 3 feet high and the tourist attractions were the Quonset huts, bunkers and metal runways left from WWII. And the magnificent American eagles! Anyway, that song hit the charts while I was there and, having just had my encounter with New Orleans, I made an association with it that has lasted till this day. The same feelings, the same thoughts, the same everything as back then. Amazing. That song was playing on the radio when I sat down to write.
I was going to write a little about the creatures around me and how they seem to go about their lives with little regard to my being here, watching them. What must they think of that creature peering at them through a window? Are they even aware? Hmmmm, I must ponder this some more and continue at a later date.
Bless you, my child.
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