Wednesday, November 08, 2006

THE BEST WORST DAY EVER

Today was one of the worst days I've had in a really long time. I opened my eyes and it was all downhill from there.

Except for one thing.

Donald Rumsfeld quit.

To me, that was the most brilliant and decisive move he's made in six lonnnng years. I am grateful for his insight, his candor, and the wisdom to get out before he was thrown out.

Now, we just have to sit back and say the mantra:

Impeachment.....impeachment....impeachment.

I'll get through this day and most every other, but few will shine with the same hopeful brilliance as this day that started with a new Democratic Senator, the wonderful Sherrod Brown, and Ohio's first Democratic governor in more than a decade. For all the dark moments I have in my life, I have to remember, I'm just a speck among us, one person who brings to the table her contributions and her problems, like so many others. I'm a citizen of the world, not just a lonely old woman with lots of friends.

This is a retread but I was always hoping to visit it on your heads in the event of a big deal like Rumsfeld's departure. So here it is again. The best version is sung a capella by Bruce Molsky, one of my favorite tradition bearing fiddlers. It originated in the West as a work song of Black Texicans, as documented by my hero, Alan Lomax.



Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Dog in the woods, he done treed something
Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Dog in the woods, he done treed somethin

Your dog barks, it don't mean nothin
Your dog barks, it don't mean nothin
My dog barks, he done treed somethin
Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Come on boys, let's go to huntin

Dog in the woods, he done treed somethin

Old Red howlin up at the moon
Old Red howlin up at the moon
Took off runnin, and he treed him a coon

Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Dog in the woods, he done treed somethin

Now he raised his tail and he took off runnin
He raised up his tail and he took off runnin
Come on boys let's go to huntin

The gun says boom and coon says zip
The gun says boom and the coon says zip
Old Red grabbed him with all his grip

Your dog bark, it don't mean nothin
Your dog bark, it don't mean nothin
My dog bark, he done treed somethin

Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Dog in the woods, he done treed somethin

Waterproof your boots and whistle up your dog
Waterproof your boots and whistle up your dog
Shoulder up your gun when you're wadin in the bog

You get the shot, I'll get the powder
You get the shot, I'll get the powder
Your dog bark, my dog louder

Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Come on boys, let's go to huntin
Dog in the woods, he done treed something

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