The Last Day Saloon
by Sara Mayeux
Thanks to TNC for inviting me to do this, and also to all of you. Hitting "refresh" to see each new flurry of insightful comments could be a full-time job, and I don't, after this week, understand how professional bloggers get anything else done. I especially want to thank everyone who took the time to read and comment on my immigration threads -- I learned a lot from those discussions, and look forward to following up on the ideas, perspectives, and points of disagreement that you generously shared with me and with each other. It's not every blog that can bring together immigration attorneys, construction workers, social service providers, teachers, students, immigrants and children of immigrants.... all to a soundtrack combining Dusty Springfield, James Brown, the Clash, and Pete Rock. Yes, needless to say, I am looking forward to rocking Ricardo's mixes this weekend, and watching Mad Men in the new light of G.D.'s insights.
Thanks to TNC for inviting me to do this, and also to all of you. Hitting "refresh" to see each new flurry of insightful comments could be a full-time job, and I don't, after this week, understand how professional bloggers get anything else done. I especially want to thank everyone who took the time to read and comment on my immigration threads -- I learned a lot from those discussions, and look forward to following up on the ideas, perspectives, and points of disagreement that you generously shared with me and with each other. It's not every blog that can bring together immigration attorneys, construction workers, social service providers, teachers, students, immigrants and children of immigrants.... all to a soundtrack combining Dusty Springfield, James Brown, the Clash, and Pete Rock. Yes, needless to say, I am looking forward to rocking Ricardo's mixes this weekend, and watching Mad Men in the new light of G.D.'s insights.
Last week TNC wrote a sentence that jumped out to me: "My Dad read War and Peace before he went off to Vietnam." I realized that the sentence reminded me, in its cadence, of a poem I first encountered as a college student, surfing an earlier version of this very website -- Frank Bidart's "Legacy," an excerpt from which I'll leave you with:
My grandparents left home for the Americandesert to escapepoverty, or the family who said You arethe son who shall become a priestAfter Spain becameFranco's, at lastrich enoughto return yourefused to returnThe West you madewas never unstoried, neverartlessExcrement of the sky our rage inheritsthere was no giftoutright we were never the land's