Bob Wright
Hawkeye
First of all, I grew up in the segregated South, and I, along with my family, were among the segregationists. That changed many years ago. I now live in a racially mixed neighborhood. The house two doors down is rental property, and occupied by a white family. Next door to them, a black family. Now, on with my story.
Yesterday evening a violent storm passed through Memphis, dumping torrents of rain, severe lightning and high gusty winds. A huge old pecan tree in the yard next to me, some fifty feet in height, fell, falling across the house and yard of the rental property. The massive tree blocked the whole front yard, covering two cars and punching two holes in the roof. The occupants stood out in the street, at wit's end wondering what to do next. It was the Fourth of July, nobody could be reached for help. A young black man, resident of the neighborhood, was passing by just after the calamity, and spoke with the renters.
"Give me a few minutes," he told them, "and I can round up some folks with chain saws and we can get most of this done before dark."
"No way!" was their reaction. But within an hour or less, some six or eight men had come together with chain saws and were busily clearing away limbs of the fallen tree. As of this morning, the trunk and major limbs are still there, but the roof of the house is clear, they can get in and out of their driveway, and a blue tarp covers the punctured roof. The occupants still had electric power, and were able to sleep in the house last night. Nobody asked skin color, folks just came together to help folks.
So much negative information is broadcast today, I just wanted to bring a little light into some darkness. Memphis is not such a bad place after all.
Bob Wright
Yesterday evening a violent storm passed through Memphis, dumping torrents of rain, severe lightning and high gusty winds. A huge old pecan tree in the yard next to me, some fifty feet in height, fell, falling across the house and yard of the rental property. The massive tree blocked the whole front yard, covering two cars and punching two holes in the roof. The occupants stood out in the street, at wit's end wondering what to do next. It was the Fourth of July, nobody could be reached for help. A young black man, resident of the neighborhood, was passing by just after the calamity, and spoke with the renters.
"Give me a few minutes," he told them, "and I can round up some folks with chain saws and we can get most of this done before dark."
"No way!" was their reaction. But within an hour or less, some six or eight men had come together with chain saws and were busily clearing away limbs of the fallen tree. As of this morning, the trunk and major limbs are still there, but the roof of the house is clear, they can get in and out of their driveway, and a blue tarp covers the punctured roof. The occupants still had electric power, and were able to sleep in the house last night. Nobody asked skin color, folks just came together to help folks.
So much negative information is broadcast today, I just wanted to bring a little light into some darkness. Memphis is not such a bad place after all.
Bob Wright