Speaking of pictures, I was on a business trip through
St. Louis last week and came across this gender neutral bathroom in the
airport.
Have you ever seen anything like that? I had to do a double take. My first thought was, how many dogs actually pass
through the airport to justify a doggy bathroom? But then I read the sign carefully and its
primary purpose is for service animals, which I imagine can be quite a bit with
all the explosives and smuggling going on.
Still it’s funny and if you look at the second picture you can see one
is suppose to clean up after the dog.
Since I’m at it, here are a few more pictures from
that trip. I took these two from the
window seat on the plane. That’s the
great Mississippi River as we come in for a landing.
Pictures don't do the river justice, though.
Finally I had a great view of the airport from my last
night’s hotel. Snapped a really nice
sunset from my window.
Jan at Runs With Angels...Lives With Saints! has a series of posts on her reading of a funny Mark Twain novel, The Diaries of Adam and Eve: Translated by Mark Twain. I haven't read that one, and it's tempting me to stick it into my upcoming lists. But as it turns out, on my current list is a Mark Twain book, and Jan has made me antsy to start it up. My upcoming read, once I finally complete Dante's Purgatorio, is Mark Twain's Life On the Mississippi.
So to get ready for Life on the Mississippi, how about Johnny Cash's "Big River" for this week's Music Tuesday selection. Isn't Johnny Cash about as cool a singer as can be. Not only is he a fine singer, but he projects so much personality. He's got the personality you just wish he was your next door neighbor. The Mississippi River is the heart of America, and I would say Johnny is too.
I'll post a clip with a remix section that adds about half a minute from the original version. I really like what they did with the remix.
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl Then I heard my dream was back downstream Cavortin' in Davenport And I followed you, Big River, when you called
Then you took me to St. Louis later on down the river A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone I found her trail in Memphis but she just walked up the block Raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans Go on, I've had enough, dump my blues down in the gulf She loves you, Big River, more than me
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
