End of Days

Vacation days that is.

Fleur

I’m posting a generic closeup of a flower I took a few months ago, so that I can come back and look upon it someday to gauge the remarkable progress I’ll have made by then (I am nothing if not an optimist.) That and I like closeups. It’s their abstractness that is so…. abstractly appealing. But composition is evidently not a forte here.

I was reading somewhere that photography is all about light, but I don’t think that’s true. Perhaps it’s the musician in me, but I think it’s also all about timing.

More to the point of my reflections on life of late, is this from Proverbs:

Hear, for I will speak excellent things. The opening of my lips is for right things. For my mouth speaks truth. Wickedness is an abomination to my lips. All the words of my mouth are in righteousness. There is nothing crooked or perverse in them. They are all plain to him who understands, Right to those who find knowledge. Receive my instruction rather than silver; Knowledge rather than choice gold. For wisdom is better than rubies. All the things that may be desired can’t be compared to it.

Proverbs 8:6-11

Words of Truth, bringing life and peace… these should limn our lives.

Tuscaloosa

Tuscaloosa Tornado damage

Driving home today I took a detour through Tuscaloosa, Alabama so that I could see the tornado damage we’ve heard so much about on the news.

Lord, help us. Lord help Tuscaloosa.

There’s such complete devastation which goes on for miles — a house is safe and sound on one block, and the next block is leveled.

Tuscaloosa Tornado damage

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

Tuscaloosa Tornado Damage

I had a helpless feeling driving through; as if I should do something yet knew there was little I could do personally. But I can continue to pray for them; that’s always a help.

End of the Road Interrupted

I hate to interrupt the highly interesting and relevant photo journey I had started just the other day but, you see, I must. I’m visiting family in Birmingham and had a highly interesting day. Cousin Pat helped bring great clarity to my family’s assorted photo albums, for starters.

BMOA and WHo Shot Rock and Roll

A highlight today was the Who Shot Rock and Roll exhibit at the Birmingham Museum of Art. Loved it. Here’s a review.

Also, we saw The Help. Loved it. Review to follow.

Had some awesome bar-b-q, and a great dinner.

The strangest point of the day was seeing someone get gunned down by an auto, seemingly on purpose. It was a strange, and traumatizing affair; I get the feeling I’ll be revisiting that.

All in all a full day, a great day.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never
come to an end; they are new every morning. . .

Lamentations 3:22-23

The fruit of the spirit is love, joy and peace.
Galatians 5:22

The End of the Road – Part I

Treme Mansion

Last week on my ‘day off’, which is opposed to my ‘alleged day off’, which is what it’s called when we’re really busy, I took a drive downriver. Speaking of which, a lot of people get resentful when Priest’s talk about their day off, and say thing like “I wish *I* had a day off!” And then they take the weekend off, or go on vacations with their family. Perhaps if everyone lived at work they would understand this bizarre phenomenon a bit more clearly. And speaking of which… well, let’s not even talk about Priest’s vacations.

I started this scenic tour around the French Quarter since I’ve driven the River Road from Baton Rouge to New Orleans, and along the river in New Orleans so many times I could do it in my sleep. (I wouldn’t really do it in my sleep of course.) My plan was to drive along River Road to the south of New Orleans, until it ends.

I didn’t feel like parking in the Quarter, so I snapped a shot of the Treme Mansion just outside the Quarter. People used to call it that, now it’s the African American Museum.

Bright garage

So you drive out from the Quarter along the river, and pass some interesting sights. The post-Katrina renaissance has brought our a lot of local color. Of course it very well may have been like this before Katrina, and I would never have known about it since I haven’t driven this road since college days.

A big lesson I learned: get out of the car to take the photos. I know most photographers prefer to take photos in the morning or evening light since it’s more interesting. But a day off’s a day off and I can’t be worried about that since who knows when I may pass this way again!

Bright Pink Store

Speaking of color, this shocking pink store is just – shockingly colorful.

You have to turn onto Poland Avenue to navigate this drive successfully (or at all for that matter.) Ane right there is Jack Dempsey’s. I’ve been meaning to dine there for about 30 years now. I pray that one day soon I will actually get around to actually having this fine culinary experience (there I go thinking about food again…)

Alright, well this has brought us up to the Industrial Canal, which has been made famous by such hurricanes as Betsy and Katrina. Right across the canal we encounter the remnants of Holy Cross High School, but we’ll have to get to that a bit later.

I have things to do and places to go! More on this exciting adventure a but later…

An Overdue Tribute – Winston Arthur Grant

Winston Grant

Awhile ago in between assignments, I signed on for a 9/11 internet tribute to all of the victims who died on that terrible day. The idea is to learn more about some of the victims, and to ensure that they are remembered.

Then, I had a series of small assignments and tasks, and it all got away from me. I forgot to write my tribute.

Today I realized that oversight and am rectifying it by writing my tribute to Winston Arthur Grant.

Winston, I never knew you but I watched the horrific events of that day unfold; that was the day you died. I will offer a Mass for you and for your family. And I pray you are resting in peace and that your family has found some consolation.

The 2996 Project lays out the beta:

On September 11, 2001 almost 3,000 of the world’s citizens were brutally, and publicly, murdered. We all cried, and we all swore that we’d never forget. But a few years later I realized that I knew nothing about those people who were doing nothing more than living their lives. In 2006 I asked other bloggers if they thought it would be a good idea to take the time to learn about the victims and try to keep their individual memories alive. The response I got was overwhelming. And Project 2,996 is the result.

Wherever you fall on the political spectrum, whatever you may think of what has happened in the years since 9/11, I don’t think it’s too much to ask to learn about just one victim. Here is a list of tributes that have been posted over the past years.

Note: At the end is a list of victims whose tributes have gone offline. If you’d like to participate write a tribute to one of those names, and help make sure no one is forgotten.

And here are some links to tributes to Winston Arthur Grant:

  1. Where He Glistened Like an Angel, is a blog tribute to Winston by another who was assigned to write about him. Unfortunately I’m unable to retrieve it while behind the firewall at my workplace this afternoon.

  2. From CNN’s 9/11 Tribute Site:
    • Winston was a true gentleman who loved and admired his family. He was an incredible person who taught me the importance of the little things in life while I was chasing after deadlines, money, power and prestige. He will be missed and I can only hope to be half the man he was.

      Paul M. Dreskin, co-worker

    • Therefore, being always of good courage, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord, for we walk by faith, and not by sight, we are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord. (2 Cor 5:6-8) But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus. (1 Thess 4:13-14)

      Steven Goldman, close friend

    • I just want to express my deepest respects to the family of a true friend and co-worker. An intelligent and remarkable man that left a mark on my life. Hard work and friendship described his life. I miss my friend and coworker. He is missed at tech services at Blue Cross/Blue Shield.

      Fredd Guerrero, co-worker

    • I didn’t personally know Mr. Grant, but his daughter is a dear friend of mine. Joya is a person of deep faith in God, is tremendously devoted to her family, warm and loving. Her parents raised her wonderfully. She is a living tribute to her father’s love. May God rest his soul and keep his family safe and blessed.

      Lorilynn Varnado, friend

    • In the short time that I knew Winston and supervised him, I can tell you he was a supreme gentleman and a great person to have on any staff. His loss continues to effect us to this day, and the memories of him will be with us forever.

      Kenneth Milberg,
      supervisor

  3. From 9/11 Brothas and Sistas…

    Winston Arthur Grant rose at 4 a.m. each day to care for his wife, Joyce, a victim of Lou Gehrig’s disease who uses a wheelchair. An immigrant from Trinidad, Mr. Grant seized upon computer technology as a career path in the 1960’s, and rose to the position of chief technical services specialist at Empire Blue Cross in the World Trade Center. “He was the one who people would call in the middle of the night to get the computer problem straightened out,” Mrs. Grant said.

    Mr. Grant met Joyce at a 1965 dance at the Renaissance Ballroom in Harlem; the couple married a year later, ultimately raising three sons and a daughter. Mrs. Grant, who learned of her illness in the late 1980’s, recalled the morning of Sept. 11, when her husband, 59, was joined by their daughter, Joya, on a 6:56 a.m. commuter train from their home in West Hempstead, N.Y.

    The train was delayed by 20 minutes. “Joya called to say I shouldn’t worry, since he was probably too late to be inside the World Trade Center,” she said. “Then I turned on the TV, saw the black necklace around the building, and started to pray.”

    Winston
  4. Another, from Liberty Unites, which I cannot retrieve behind my firewall as well.

    Dear IT department, God bless you. And I completely understand.

As mentioned, at the beginning of the project all of the names were passed out and assigned. However, some sites have been closed or have otherwise moved on. So there are plenty of names left to write about and to learn about.

If you have a moment, why not take a look and learn about one of these souls who died in 9/11, as we approach the 10th Anniversary.

It’s well worth the simple effort, and could easily be a simple, spiritual act of mercy.

Fr. Kenneth Allen