Good Night, Irene, Good Night, Irene, I’ll See You in my Dreams.
Posted By Cliff Tuttle | August 25, 2011
No. 695
Sometimes I live in the country,
Sometimes I live in the town,
Sometimes I take a great notion,
To jump into the ocean and drown.
I remember Hurricane Hazel in 1954. We rode it out at my Grandfather’s house near the Chesapeake in Virginia. It was cool eating food cooked over fondue candles and walking around the dark house with an oil lamp. It seemed that the rain would never stop, but when it did, the weather was clear and beautiful without a trace of humidity. Trees and electric poles had to be removed from country roads before we could go anywhere or turn on the lights. What an adventure!
CLT