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Monday, November 18, 2002
My Father’s Funeral in Baton Rouge December 1985 (True Story)
Pine, burnished, stained, shine, glowing
Your face looked like
One last peaceful spring day.
They saw your obituary
They had no respect for you
Jack booted feet crashing on green shag carpet
With eyes so much deader then yours
Yours are closed in sleep.
People were there to honor you
Family, friends, colleagues,
Sisters, Aunts, Cousins, Uncles
You were wearing your favorite tuxedo.
They were wearing uniforms
City, State, and Parish
Shotguns cocked and ready
Holsters empty, guns drawn.
They came into the funeral home
They looked you at laying there.
They shouted at my mother
My mother fainted and fell on the floor
She hit her head
We got her up and gave her some water
They didn’t offer to call an ambulance for her
They yelled at her some more.
They threatened to arrest everybody
They didn't arrest anybody.
They left after hours
We all wept some more
The same expression was your face before and after.
We buried you the next day
The club showed up to see you off
I was so proud of them
Three 1955 T-Bird convertibles
(You bought yours brand new)
Red, yellow, and black with their tops down
Followed your hearse
Winding slowly down Florida Boulevard
To Greenoaks Memorial Graveyard
Traffic stopped in Baton Rouge on that day.
People smiled and waved at the procession as it passed.
It looked more like a Parade.
(It has taken me so long to write about this. You know the police raiding the funeral really happened, we filed reports with internal affairs with no results and my mother talked to the Sheriff who denied that it happened. To this day they have never said they were sorry. If you had known my father Eddie B. you would have known one of the nicest, funniest, sweetest, gentlest men that ever lived and they can't change that. He is, he was, and he always will be my favorite man on earth.It did happen and there were many, many witnesses, there were two other wakes going on at the same time so it wasn't only our family that witnessed this. They came in armed and ready for trouble, it was miracle that they left without harming anyone. I don't talk about this because as you can understand I am terrified of the police force. )
Just think reader (if there are any) if the establishment in Baton Rouge ever reads this Blog, they are going to kill me, Hahahahahahahahah walks off laughing like a lunatic into the night.
POOR ME, POOR ME, POUR ME ANOTHER.
Just a minute, reader as I collect my thoughts and pick up the stones cast at me by one of the very best law firms (that money can buy) in the capital city of that state.
Let us just for moment imagine the State Capital Building in Louisiana, built by Huey Long to be the tallest in the nation as one very large glass house. A very tall drink, if you will, half full of scoundrels and oil men, and half empty of good law abiding citizens of that state.
Notorious alcoholics and womanizers that they are, Louisiana politicians are not so different from those in other places, perhaps it’s the extremes and the mania of carnival that brings out the horniness in all the whore mongers and if you happened by T.D.'s lounge at the Hilton you could have sat next to any of them.