There is a great blog on Fire Dog Lake describing just what has gone on and is going on with the well out there in the Gulf.

It sent me on a trip down nostalgia lane.  The author's descriptions bring back memories of familiarity with all that equipment. The following is in substance my cross post.

I lived on 21st street about a mile and a half from the International Petroleum Exposition grounds.  It was a time when Oil was gold, earth milk, and Tulsa the "Oil Capitol of the World."  It was a time when to see a Halliburton truck was good luck.

Of course I had many friends in the oil business, including my very best friend who started life as a wildcatter in the, by that time winnowing, Oklahoma fields.  He did his own geology and most everything else. But, Lord! the romance of it all!. His wife and I spent more than one night out there all night waiting for the well to come in. It was a time when the stench of oil was uplifting, the sign of hope and prosperity, of greatness.

How things change. How perspective changes. Now we have come to risk the destruction of the planet as our greed and hubris grew from that romance. No one understands the life of the earth better than the geologists and paleontologists. I cannot believe that if they were still doing the exploration we would be in the mess we are.

Been away for a while and in the breather decided to make a change in the Morning Worship header, at least for the spring. You will also note I have added in Alex's intro a link to some morning worship music. It can also be accessed by this link here.

Brother David was here a little over a week ago, Fine conversation and food. Speaking of our most known ancient ancestors (Welsh) who are known to have met the Normans and likely the Romans reminded me of Norma and the glorious Casta Diva. Long before family history study I have felt a kinship with Norma and the druids. I likely could have been most happy just living in the woods and speaking to the critters. So maybe there are certain longings written into our DNA.

David had just sent me a copy of the Sinclair Lewis novel Arrosmith. I first read it while still in high school and I have little doubt it was one of the influences encouraging me to seek a life in medicine.  Re reading it at this point in life is like reading a favorite fairy tale from childhood.

I can't speak for him but the visit with David suggests it evoked much the same experience as we spoke of our passions as we were becoming adults, the romance and the hubris. I am touched that David recalls so many of the details of those things that stirred me. I was biology.  He was electronics. I was in the woods looking at birds and worms and he was building and rebuilding radios. We shared the passion to learn and to fix, and a very bent sense of humor that cherished Thurber and especially Bob and Ray.

Yes in ways it seems a fairy tale. But it is recorded as truth.  Like the old lizard brain, covered over with layers of  living and cynicism, only that time can give  authenticity to all that has come since.