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- The Last of Willie Nod
As i mentioned in my previous post this evening, i was considering posting the last section of my “book” of Willie Nod including a few other things. i’m pretty sure i will keep for my family, not publish.
i previously have posted many of those poems and such here. This, almost surely, will be the last posted and the last in that “book” of mine.
i think it well captures my thoughts on many things, especially what’s good in this world of ours.
Willie Nod the Elder
Jake Wilson eventually retired from the Navy and continued to live in Newport, Rhode Island. One summer, an old Navy friend, Johnson Hicks, invited him to visit in his home outside of Watertown, New York.
When Jake made it to Alexandria Bay where Johnson lived, Jake fell in love with the tall boat houses. Italian food, lovely neighborhoods, the Saint Lawrence River, and the Thousand Islands. The two of them had a great time.
Jake returned in winter and loved it. A discussion between the two led to Johnson talking about an old man who had recently bought and moved to one of the Thousand Islands. He was a hermit and rumored to live with a mix of animals. He had been seen once or twice when he came by boat in the summer and an old pickup in the winter when the water froze to a market in Alexandria Bay for provisions, but eventually hired a young ‘un to pick up his goods and bring them to the island. Johnson said he had an odd name, “Nod or something.“
Jake realized the man was most likely Willie Nod, the man who lived in the hut by Easton Bay in Newport, Rhode Island years ago. Jake got directions from his friend on how get to the island on the ice and drove there in late January.
He went up into the woods after seeing smoke coming from the middle of the woods. He hailed the cabin and Willie Nod came out. Willie recognized Jake immediately and waved for him to come to the cabin. When Jake got there, he was surprised when Willie hugged him.
“Boy, I ain’t seen you in ages. How you been?”
Jake gave him a recounting of his retiring and living in Newport. Then, he asked Willie, “How have you been?”
Willie told Jake he must first meet his friends. After he made some strange sounds, animals gathered there from the house and the woods. Willie pointed them out:
“This is McCaslin, he’s a Newfoundland; he came with me from my old place. This is BK, a cat. Over here is Honkers. He landed out on the water with his gaggle and decided to stay here.
“Peeking around the door is Uncle Jim, the rabbit. He, too, was on the island when I got here.
“That big guy over there who was standing near Jake is Booger Bear.
“Now, let’s go inside and have some tea and catch up.”
Jake willingly agreed. Once inside the small one-room cabin, Willie put the kettle on the wood stove, which he later explained had a fire all of the time except in the summer as it was not only the cooking stove but heated the room as well.
When the water was boiling, Willie poured it into the two cups that he had placed a tea bag into each one. He joined Jake sitting at the wooden table. The table and the decor reminded Jake of that hut on the beach rocks in Newport long ago.
First, Jake told Willie how he loved the Navy but retired as commander because he knew he would not be able to drive ships if he was promoted and remained the service. He described the small, centuries old home he had on Prospect Street near the dining area of the town and how he enjoyed the seaside feel of the town.
It was Willie’s turn to update Jake. He told of his wife with great affection and his friendship with Griswold and his wife. Then, he told how his son Leopold had nothing to do with him, which was somewhat assuaged by he and his granddaughter Lil becoming close.
He related how Lil grew up and stayed close to him. When she got married, Willie sat in the back of the church and didn’t reveal to Leopold he had been there for the ceremony. Shortly after the wedding, his granddaughter and her husband moved to Florida.
Since he had no friends left there, Willie found and bought one of the Thousand Islands when it came on the market. He had his belongings shipped to the island. He and McCaslin, the Newfoundland moved into the cabin, which was already there in the woods, and settled in. He and McCaslin shortly began to meet all of his new friends, the cat, goose, rabbit, and bear.
Jake gave Willie some thoughts of sympathy for Willie Nod’s dark times, but Willie Nod shrugged it off.
“It comes with the territory if you live with humans. They just can’t help messing things up. It’s became part of their nature when ironically, they became civilized.
“I finally figured out i don’t like ‘em very much, present company excepted. If they thought about it, which they never will, they are a lot more like animals than they know.”
Without missing a beat, Willie kept right on expounding, “The big difference now is the animals’ natural instincts of fear of the unknown is part of survival. Their reaction to that fear is anger, resulting in them attacking the threat they perceive or or fear and fleeing from it. It’s for survival. Humans don’t need that any longer, but they still have the fear and the reactions of fear, anger, and hate. That screws everything up.
“i just don’t want to deal with that anymore.”
Jake asked, “But what about your friends the animals here? If they trust you, won’t that make them vulnerable when they go back into their habitat?”
Willie Nod shrugged again. “No, because of my luck with being able to talk to animals when i got on the island these critters kept showing up. McCaslin and i agreed to require an understanding of an oath and requiring all of them to agree to it.
“So, when one of the guys showed their head the first time, we established our requirement. We told them of the requirement that they should return to their natural state when they went back to the woods . They were to remain wild and natural and not take our relationships out there.” Willie Nod nodded his head toward the window.
“Do you think it works?” Jake asked.
“Oh, it works great,” responded Willie Nod, “We all agree that this is the way it should be. And they still want to be my friends.
Jake looked at his watch, “Willie, it’s getting late. i need to get back to Alexandria Bay to my friend’s place. i have to leave early tomorrow morning and get back to Newport.
“I’ve been thinking a lot this afternoon. I love this place and your friends. i wish i could stay and learn to talk to your friends. It is a lovely place with wonderful animals just the way it is.”
Willie Nod started to say something, but Jake held up his hand and continued. “However, I don’t wish to disturb what you have here for you and the animals. I might not ever gain the talent you have for talking to them. That, my dear friend would make me an interloper, a representative of all that’s wrong in the other places on earth where there are people.”
“I think you are really wise and I appreciate your wisdom,” Willie Nod responded, “If you can come back for a morning or afternoon, I, McCaslin, BK, Honkers, Uncle Jim, and Booger Bear would love to see you again.
“But don’t feel obligated. We all are fine here and plan to be here for a long time.”
Jake nodded, arose from the table. He shook hand or paw or rub heads where appropriate. He turned and hugged Willie Nod.
“If there is any way possible, I will be back” Jake said as he walked to the edge of the cabin’s clearing. When he reached the woods, he turned back to look. Willie Nod and all of the animals were waving goodbye.
Jake returned the wave and walked into the woods. As he walked through the woods, he realized that after all of the waves, Booger Bear had winked at him.
i hope you enjoy it.
- Hello
Hello, i’m back…at least for a while.
i’ve taken a sabbatical, sort of, for multiple reasons.
i’ve been chasing the old man medical world and not really catching it.
i’ve been playing with the absurdity of bureaucratic idiocy and losing, of course.
i have written a novella, which i’m not even sure i like, but it was something i felt compelled to do and for that reason feel rewarded.
i have been putting my writings into categories and assembling them as book-like, even though i don’t feel i should attempt to publish them. Rather, i want my family, especially my two daughters, Blythe and Sarah, and grandson Sam to have access them if they wish when i kick the bucket or toss them in the round file underneath the desk if they choose.
i’ve been thinking about life and death without any need to make those thoughts public nor discuss them with anyone except for Maureen. i have been mulling over past relationships and how i could have done better but glad i did not do it differently because i’m in about as good a place as i could hope… and damn lucky to have this incredible wife, family, friends, and live where i live.
i’ve been having fun being a full-fledged, uncompromising curmudgeon and am actually proud of it, living up to Blythe’s assessment of me as “contrarian,” a description i fit and love.
Oh yes, i have continued to play golf, even though my game, er, stinks.
i am considering my next post to be my last entry in my “Willie Nod” book, which is in that category of not likely to be published. i think it says something that is me.
For now, i will exit this post with several daily items from my no longer available “Murphy’s Law Desk Calendars, thank you, Aunt Evelyn, Uncle Pipey, and cousin Nancy:
Cohn’s Second Law: In any bureaucracy, stability is achieved when you spend all of your time reporting on the nothing you are doing.
Kushner’s Law: The chances of anybody doing anything are inversely proportional to the number of people who are in a position to do it instead.
Hunt’s Law: Every great idea has a disadvantage to or exceeding the greatness of the idea.
Law of Gifts: You get the most of what you need the least.
Clarke’s Third Law: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Levi’s Eighth Law: No amount of genius can overcome a preoccupation with detail.
Haldane’s LAW: The universe is not only queerer than we imagine, it’s queerer than we can imagine.
Finagle’s Sixth Rule: Do not believe in miracles – rely on them.
Haldane’s LAW: The universe is not only queerer than we imagine, it’s queerer than we can imagine.
Etorre’s Observation: The other line moves faster.
O’Brien’s Variation on Etorre’s Observation: If you change lines, the one you just left will start to move faster than the one you to which you just moved.
Good night and hello again.
- Fishin’ — A Tribute
Today, my father, Jimmy Jewell, turned 112. When his wife turned 109, July 26, i was overwhelmed with medical issues and administrative demands. Consequently, i just put of a post celebrating her, of which i am embarrassed if not ashamed. i don’t think she ever went fishin’ with him. She supported his passion by never complaining. They were a great husband and wife couple. i was lucky. But today, this is about that man.
Fishin
he backed the trailer down the boat ramp
to the water’s edge;
nightfall had set in, the new moon and stars
were hidden by clouds over the tennessee lake
the cows had not lain down all day:
good for night fishing they say;
he stepped into the boat, walked to the stern;
sitting next to old Johnson 25 horse outboard motor,
he worked the choke and pulled the cord to start it;
his fishing buddy of which there had been many,
backed the trailer a bit furtherinto the lake
where the motor’s screw could take purchase;
he backed the 14-foot alumacraft off the trailer,
circling round until
his buddy could park the truck and trailer
to join him at water’s edge.he took off at top speed across the lake
to one of his favorite fishing spots;
they dropped the homemade anchor
of several window weights to the bottom;
they lit several Colman lanterns,
and
hung them over the larboard side
with reflectors to beam the light
unto the deep black waters.as scrores of shad minnows gathered under the lights,
they used his seine to scoop them up,
storing them in a bucket of water
except for the three they put on their fish hooks –
he nearly always and two rods out –
they lowered their lines with the appropriate weights
below the swirling shad pool;
waited;
on a good night it would not be long
before a striped bass struck and reeled up
into the boat and placed on a stringer;
then more of the silver fish would be
added to the stringer.
he claimed he and his buddy
caught 120 one dark night;
when i was the buddy, he would catch many
while i was lucky to land one or two;
often he would have a bite on both lines,
the rods bending suddenly;
he would move back and forth between the two rods,
holding one steady
while reeling the other
until the bass was landed,
putting the reel and fish
on the bottom of the boat
to turn his attention to the other reel
until that bass was also brought aboard
when he would unhook them both,
adding them to the stringer.he would have left home around eight or a bit later
after a full day’s work;
they would pull up the anchor
as first light ruined the lantern’s appeal;
he would get home several hours before work,
clean all the fish
before giving them away –
he didn’t like to eat fish –
before going to work.
some weeks, he would go two or three times.you see, fishing was his passion
right along with his family and his church.
it was wonderful to watch him go fishin’.
- Sleep Well
The world seems to swirl around me, catching me in the current, not abiding contemplation, demanding decisions without the time to consider all of the information, denying peaceful moments of considering risk and benefits.
This is a sideshow to aging.
i have been awash in dealing with it, not necessarily depressed but passive in my efforts to be productive. After all, productivity is no longer required even though it is intrinsic in my being.
The medical world has descended upon me in spades. It is mostly annoying but required to ensure some annoyance will not develop into a life threatening condition…or worse. So, this is a requirement even though the medical community is awash in computer wizardry, which separates the providers from patients’ concerns. This is a whammo for the old Navy officer who worked hard to ensure my commands were improving in performance of their mission while the sailors were treated well with their needs addressed.
After chasing the medical gremlins, i stop and avoid the news and, as much as i can, don’t comment or reflect on the sour turn to fear, anger, hate, and greed our politicians and their followers want us all to pursue. i do reflect on how fortunate i am with daughters and their families, my wife, our home, my friends. i perform tasks, some needed, some not. i write for me when so compelled, but no longer make those writings public every day.
i suspect i am at a crossroads and hope it leads me to what i imagined life would be in my 80s: reading the rather large collection of books i have on shelves, plus those that come across my trail, listening to music, telling tales to those who might like to hear or read them, reflecting on a rather kaleidoscopic life, wishing i could pass on what i’ve learned and observed from living it, watching the sunsets, enjoying dinners, taking in the coolness of the early mornings.
i also hope this turn onto the road i choose allows me to post more things for my friends, not for adulation, or praise, but just express how damn good this life is if we focus on what is good, refusing to wallow in the fear, hate, anger, and greed that seems to envelop us today, and encourage all of us, including myself, to do the right thing.
Sleep well. i will.
- Iron Law of Distribution:
Them that has, gets.
