When avoiding does no good
Yesterday I talk to my colleague Libbie Crawford about this weekend. Libbie is a Bama gal and the kind of driven and determined Southern woman that books are written about. Where I have memories in the Gulf, Libbie and her husband have family, close friends and history in each of the areas Katrina hit.
“Libbie, I’m going to try and not watch the coverage this weekend. I almost threw my remote at the tv when they started turning folks away from the Astrodome” I said more for myself than anything.
“Yeah, I turned off my news reader. Other than NPR in the car and the paper because I can put that down, I’m not going to watch it.” she said.
So after driving to Cleveland (gas ranged from $2.99 on the low to $3.49 on the high on 71 north) with Jaymes who we had picked up from school for his folks, I turned on the TV last night to catch a baseball score from the pennant race.
Guess what was on TBS, the channle the tv was tuned to when I turned it on.
I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry (I always cry when I watch that movie as I feel like Forest about 75% of the time). This time it felt like a reminder of what was lost. Yet it had been lost before. rebuilt and will in time be lost again.
Libbie knows Winston Groom from her time at the University of Alabama so I’m sure she’ll get a kick when I tell her about this on Tuesday.
