For everything there is a season

Herself almost made it home last night, if you will concede that Denver International Airport qualifies as “almost home.”

The weather was moderately evil, and Herself’s flight from Chicago to Bibleburg was rerouted to Denver, a change of schedule about which I was blissfully ignorant until hanging a left off Powers onto the airport road after a very slow drive on icy, snow-covered streets.

“Where are you?” asks Herself, and I figure I’m about to get an earful for being late picking her up.

“Coming up on the airport,” sez I. “Where are you?”

“In Denver,” sez she.

And that’s the way things stayed. I hung out in the cellphone lot for an hour or so, waiting to see if the situation would resolve itself. United was waffling on whether the 15-minute flight was go or no-go, saying the Bibleburg airport was closed (the airport’s website proved useless on the iPhone, The Gazette had nothing about it, and I was feeling cantankerous and forbade myself to investigate in person).

Anyway, long story short, I motored back to Chez Dog to await instructions, United finally canceled that DIA-COS flight altogether, and I arranged a hotel room for Herself, who — having been scheduled to touch down in Bibleburg at 8:03 p.m. Monday — finally hit the hay at two-ish Tuesday in Saudi Aurora. Now she’s due in at 3:15 this afternoon. So it goes.

While awaiting dispatches from the front I learned of Pete Seeger’s passing, and this morning, in his honor, I decided not to go a-tilting at the windmills of customer service. It was late, the weather sucked, and the harried minions who seem like knee-jerk shitheels at first glance are just working stiffs, like us. They probably don’t like being United employees any more than we like being United customers.

Pete, that unreconstructed old commie, would have sung them a song.

Remembrances

• “Pete Seeger: This Man Surrounded Hate and Forced it To Surrender,” John Nichols, The Nation

• “R.I.P., Pete Seeger,” Charles P. Pierce, The Politics Blog

• “Pete Seeger, Songwriter and Champion of Folk Music, Dies at 94,” Jon Pareles, The New York Times

• “I simply wanted him to know that I loved him dearly,” Arlo Guthrie

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10 Responses to “For everything there is a season”

  1. Sharon Says:

    Loved Pete Seeger – he’s been a great talent and lived a very full and important life. Time’s were changing though when he learned a hard life lesson at Newport Folk Festival about holding on so tight. Glad I don’t have some of my less than best behavior filmed for the whole world to see.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      No kiddin’. I’m glad I got the worst of my public shenanigans behind me before the advent of the cellphone camera and YouTube. Super 8 and the cassette recorder were bad enough. A friend once surreptitiously taped a carload of us being “witty” and it shore wuddn’t pretty.

  2. Steve O Says:

    For everything there is a season

    Just not necessarily a reason.

  3. Larry T. Says:

    Glad you got Herself back, even with delays. My wife keeps threatening to write a book, “Stoicism for Travelers” which would come in handy when one is at the mercy of the airlines these days.

  4. David R Says:

    Not unsurprisingly, Charlie has a nice take on Mr. Seeger: http://www.esquire.com/blogs/politics/pete-seeger-obit-012814

  5. Patrick O'Brien Says:

    Good on ya for giving the United working stiffs a break.

    See ya Pete, it’s been good to know you.

    If I should die before I wake,
    All my bone and sinew take
    Put me in the compost pile
    To decompose me for a while.
    Worms, water, sun will have their way,
    Returning me to common clay
    All that I am will feed the trees
    And little fishes in the seas.
    When radishes and corn you munch,

    You may be having me for lunch
    And then excrete me with a grin,
    Chortling, “There goes Lee again.”
    ‘Twill be my happiest destiny
    To die and live eternally.

    Words by Lee Hays (1979) Music by Pete Seeger (1979)
(c) 1981, 1982 by Sanga Music Inc.

  6. Dale Says:

    I marvel at the way Pete Seeger could get a crowd (even stuffed shirts) to sing along – to the point where he was more conductor than performer.

    I understand that many times he stood on a hillside and held up a sign for peace in the world. No wonder he was called before the HUA committee in the 1950’s.

    We could use a lot more like Pete and Woody.

  7. khal spencer Says:

    Got to see Pete Seeger’s work at one of the Clearwater Festivals. I think it was 1986 or 87, as I was finishing up my grad studies. Pete Seeger was instrumental at galvanizing those of us in the Northeast to clean up the Hudson River.

    This is a sad day.

  8. khal spencer Says:

  9. hurbenb Says:

    You know,

    I’ve heard “Where have all the flowers gone” in the background for many years, but I’ve always been distracted or too young to listen properly.

    This is the first time that I’ve actually sat & LISTENED.

    Fuck me if the tears didn’t flow.

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