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Zoot Katz said:The JFK funeral left an impression on me. The empty boots hanging
inverted from the stirrups of an empty saddle is a lasting memory.
That was a military funeral, with all its conventions & protocols,
including the matching and configuration of the team that pulled
the caisson.
At the time of JFK's assassination, I had fallen off a log while
playing in the woods, and grasped the stem of a devil's club (not
knowing what was) to steady myself. My hand subsequently festered
and swelled-up to the size of a rugby ball. The ol' family sawbones
had to punch a hole in it and manually squish all the pus out, from
my elbow down to my hand itself. He said I almost died from blood
poisoning. That made a lasting memory (and an education.)
Quoted message said:I think that San Francisco tradition of throwing the deceased's bike
into the bay is also a fittingly powerful gesture.
Before his death, Haida artist: Bill Reid stated that on his death
he'd like his body to be commended to the ocean. And then for
everbody to have a subsequent crab-feast in his honour.
Bikes do become personal, don't they? But after my demise, I think
I'd prefer my rig to live on under the auspices of another, than
to follow me into the abyss.
Quoted message said:(Juggling news servers again, grrrrr!)
aioe.org is working for me right now.
cheers,
Tom
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