Sherman Robertson (Houston, TX, 05-11-04)– Image by kenne
All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual man-in-the-street And the lie of Authority Whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.
Defenseless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.
“Original Pat Green” (2004)– Photo-Artistry by kenne
Like so many people the past St. Patrick’s Day, we were sheltered-in-place and missed celebrating the 17th the only way it should be, with friends. So I turned to the many photos of St. Patrick’s Day I have taken over the years, and I have many.
At first, I was thinking about doing a collage, but then I found this one of a friend, Patrick A. Green. Starting in 1995, Pat and his friends would meet on the Court House Square in Conroe, parade around the Square, and party at the Corner Pub on the Square.
Pat practiced law in Conroe for 43 years, retiring in 2015. The “Original Pat Green” gave freely of whatever he had to whomever he met, a man of limitless generosity. With unbridled enthusiasm for his Irish and Cajun heritage, Pat could host a party unlike any other. Through his generous spirit and disarming humor, he possessed an extraordinary ability to bring people together.
Pat died on July 12, 2016. He was an original, and I’m blessed to have known him — somewhere in the universe, he is still partying!
Houston Blues Man, Sherman Robinson — Image by kenne
The blues are the roots and the other musics are the fruits. It’s better keeping the roots alive, because it means better fruits from now on. The blues are the roots of all American music. As long as American music survives, so will the blues.
Sprint for Life, May 2010 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The last time I ran in Houston’s MD Anderson Cancer Center “Sprint for Life” fundraiser was May 2014. I ran the 5k in 30 minutes, coming third in the over 70 age group. For now, I have given up running, replacing it with walking and hiking. Whether I start running again or not, running will always be in my blood.
In case you are wondering, in the May 2010 run pictured above, I was 3rd in the 65-70 age group. Also, I no longer wear white crew socks!
— kenne
“Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.”
Katelyn Turner, Janie Turner, Joy Otrey, Kenne D. Turner, Mary Ann Turner-McCloud, Buddy McCloud, Katie Turner-Bailey and Kenne G. Turner (Lupe Tortilla’s in The Woodlands, Texas, July 27, 2018) — Image by waiter, Saul
We have been planning Joy’s 70th birthday for several months. We knew Kate and her Family who now lives in New Hampshire would not be able to make it to the beach house gathering in Galveston this weekend. We also knew that Katelyn, Janie and Kenne D. would be camping in Central Texas.
Then, a couple of weeks ago we learned Kate would be attending a conference in Houston this week, so plans were quickly made to have dinner on the 27th — Kate was very pleased. We arrived in Houston at 3:30 pm with plenty of time for dinner at 6:30 pm in The Woodlands.
At a February of 2009 fundraiser
for Diunna Greenleaf, Mean Gene Kelton
was one of several musicians playing for the cause.
In addition to being a great musician,
Mean Gene is a master storyteller
in the oral tradition of what I refer to as
“Rural Mississippi Backporch” style — I love it!
In this video, Mean Gene shares a Dallas Texas gig experience
he and his band had traveled with Diunna, before going into
playing, “I Play the Blues for a Livin’.”
Industrial waste is left behind when the Harvey flood waters move on in the Houston, Texas area. Plus, there’s plenty of human plastic trash not included in this picture. — Image by kenne
We continue to destroyed nature with our industrial waste more than any other nation in history. Despite this, we have now backed out on the Paris Climate Change Accord. Hospitals in the Houston area are now beginning to deal with health issues related to the Harvey flood waters — breathing problems; skin problems; intestinal problems, just to name a few.
This is the flooded home of the couple on the right. With the help of her brother and sister-in-law on the left, they have been working for days as they recover from Harvey.
Like a lot of people in Houston, even with severe loses and being very tired, their spirits are upbeat — check out the smiling faces.
For days, cars of people coming to help those flooded have been parked along each side of the street.
We attended Jill’s church Sunday morning, and it was obvious many were taking a break from a week loses and being of service. Everyone has stories to share. Some homes were not only flooded, but they are also collapsing because of sandy sub-soil. Kingwood high school will be closed for the school year because of structural damage making the buildings unsafe.
This is where Jill’s street ends. Beyond the barricades, there is an eight-foot drop into the surrounding forest, not enough to stop the waters as they continued to rise for at least another six feet.
This is looking from the end of the street where the barricades are, up to where the street begins to level off. The waters stopped just before reaching the top street elevation, which is where Jill lives.
These images are representative of the devastation much of southeast Texas has experienced since Harvey ran amok in Texas. People of the Gulf Coast use to unsettling nature of storms coming inland off the coast, but Harvey will be one that will be remembered for generations. Maybe it’s time to start taking lessons from the Dutch, but then, I’ve heard that before.
— kenne
Images by kenne (September 3, 2017)
Bayous over banks Rivers fillingman-made lakes Gaters in back yards
The rain has moved on Texans help one another Trash along curb sides.
Bodies over worked Unaccustomed to the smell Nightmares when you rest.
A new birth of sun People sharing their stories Helps lift the spirits.
A Flooded Neighborhood Grocery in Kingwood, Texas — Image by kenne
We are here in Kingwood, Texas staying with one of our children, Jill, and grandson James in Kingwood, Texas, which is part of Houston. It flooding down in Houston, and unless you are on a mountain top disconnected from the social media world, this is not news to you. Record amounts have rain has fallen causes massive flooding, even in places that have never flooded.
Thousands of people are flooded out of the homes, and many have no place to go. Many of these people are those who are bearly able to get by on a daily basis. Many are the people who do our dirty work.
“Who’s gonna build your wall boys? Who’s gonna mow your lawn? Who’s gonna cook your Mexican food When your Mexican maid is gone?
Who’s gonna wax the floors tonight Down at the local mall? Who’s gonna wash your baby’s face? Who’s gonna build your wall?”
— Tom Russell
Today I spent part of my day driving through parts of Kingwood, a planned community where poor young Hispanics would not be able to afford to live. Yet, one-third of the Houston population is Hispanic, some of which may not be here legally. Regardless, without many of this population; Who would be doing our dirty-work? Who will help clean up Houston after Harvey? I was thinking about this question and its answer today during my drive when I saw a large group of people coming out of a local grocery store that had been flooded.
Archie Bell, Ken and Mary Harris (May 20, 2017) Image by kenne
Video by kenne
Hi everybody I’m Archie Bell of the Drells, from Houston, Texas We don’t only sing But we dance just as good as we walk In Houston, we just started a new dance Called the Tighten Up This is the music we tighten up with
First tighten up on the drums Come on now, drummer I want you to tighten it up for me now, oh, yeah Tighten up on that bass now Tighten it up, ha, ha, yeah Now let that guitar fall in Oh, yeah . . . (click here for all the lyrics)