WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS

Hurricane Katrina rumbles through South Florida. Katrina fools the experts and changes the course of history. New Orleans is destroyed, thousands dead, millions affected. Hurricane Ophelia is spinning toward an unknown course off the Florida coast. I just filled up my gas tank and paid a whopping $46.00. And no, I didn’t even round it off. Chief Justice Rehnquist is gone and so is our beloved Gilligan.

And was it only four years ago? I know a lot of you experienced 9/11 up close and personal in NYC. I’m sure we all remember where we were and what we were doing. As for me, I watched film of the second plane hitting the towers before heading off to court where I played lawyer for a day and lost my one and only case.

My father’s would-be birthday is in two weeks. All things considered, I think Billy Joe sang it best…

Summer has come and passed.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.

Like my father’s come to pass,
seven years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.

Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
becoming who we are.

As my memory rests,
but never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.