Dear Friends,
Usually I begin my Personal Notes in a chronological fashion, first things first according to time,
but times have changed in a short month and the first things on everyone's mind is how the New
Orleans area fared through the hurricane, so let me focus on that and then share with you a bit
about the first part of the month.
By now you have seen the Top Banner image of the dark city panoramic photo I shot from
across the Mississippi from New Orleans during early dawn. I took this photo from the deck of
the three story warehouse where Del and I weathered the storm. We went there because Del's
mom, Doris would not leave, and we have been taking care of her 24/7 for about a year and a
half. Her back operations made spending 12 hours in a car evacuating problematic, the building
is a sturdy metal girder warehouse with her river view penthouse well-secured. We had a few
minor problems with water leaking and one isolated office door blew in during storm. The
skylights at the 35 foot level of the warehouse blew in, popping like champagne corks at the
height of the storm, spraying water into warehouse below us. A ship ran aground on the side of
the levee across from the warehouse, doing no damage to us but providing a smell of diesel fuel
at first. It was Miss Darby, a Bollinger Shipyard floating drydock. A twin-hulled vessel which in
the dim light of the storm appeared to be two ships.
We moved Doris with us to Timberlane the day after the storm when we discovered that our
home was undamaged from the storm except for tree limbs down all over and holes in the fence.
Our neighbor is a local contractor and he had some emergency power, not enough to run our
refrigerator, but for some small fans and powering our cell phones. With the windows open and
two fans blowing, Del and I in our bedroom and Doris in the guest bedroom passed a much more
comfortable night than the previous night in the warehouse apartments with no windows to open
and no power at all. Also no water there. We flushed with water we caught from dripping during
storm. At Timberlane we had some very slow running water usable for flushing, lots of food in
pantry, and we were planning to wait out the recovery of power and water. But when our
neighbor left and the time for recovery went up to 6 weeks, we decided it was time for us to leave
town, too.
We drove to our son John's home in Baton Rouge and he had a houseful. His mother-in-law Pam
was there - she lost two homes in the flood, one in Diamondhead and one to the 17th St levee
breach. We drove on up to Alexandria to our daughter Kim's home. It was full of activity and
people, but these were visitors. Her grandparents, Virginia and William Hatchett II lost their
home in New Orleans East and Kim had rented them a home in Alexandria. One of our neighbors
in Timberlane, Linda and Skip Santos came over to Kim's to do some laundry and visit. Linda
and Kim were girlhood friends from church. My brother Paul and his wife Joyce were staying at their
daughter Monique's home in Alexandria and we got a visit from them. Stoney, another son of
ours, came up with Sue, his wife, and Sam from Oppelousas where they spent the storm,
The next day we relaxed a bit, Wes grilled some fish for us and we watched the Saints pre-season
game. How did it go? Well, I told a few people facetiously that Katrina destroyed at least one
useless building in Metairie, the Saints Training Camp. One can always hope that they're saving
themselves for the league games, which undoubtedly they are -- I only wish it were for the
league games this next year instead of the perennial next year.
Early the next morning which takes us into September a bit, I read the first page of the paper that
there were gas shortages. I immediately drove down a main street to see all of the gas pumps
bagged, but lucked into an Exxon station still pumping and filled up. I decided I'd better head up
to my son's house in Bloomington, Indiana where I am typing these words right now on the 6th.
Del had decided to hire a private jet to fly her and Doris to Dan's house (Del's only sibling) in
Charlotte, NC, where Doris will stay for four to six weeks while her home is fixed. Plans more
than a day or two away are very flexible as you might imagine.
I drove straight through from
Alexandria, Louisiana to Shreveport, up to Texarkana on new freeway just opened, through Little
Rock to Memphis, up to Cairo, Terre Haute and down into Bloomington about 3:30 am. Roads
were clear, no traffic, gas was $3.39 in places, but dropped to 2.99 by end of my trek. I think I
was running on pure adrenalin and some peanut butter sandwiches I ate as I drove stopping only
a couple of times to fillup.
Del flew her mom to NC the next day as planned and flew into Indianapolis airport on US AIR
yesterday. I just came back in from sitting next to her on the large hammock outside where the air
is cool and dry. Our plans are to make several visits to friends before we head for home.
Electricity in our area may be a week or so away, we have no way to know exactly.
Since bad news travels further and faster than good news, I can tell you that we have had only
good news about the friends and relatives we have heard from and about. My dad and Emily are
safe back at home with water and power on outskirts of city to the west. My brothers Paul and
Steve had minor damage to their homes and should be back home soon. Most of my relatives are
in Terrebonne Parish which was spared the brunt of the storm by its dogleg east at the last
moment, and they are getting power and water back quickly so far as I've heard.
I'd like to share with you a portion of an email I sent out to as many friends as wrote me while
we were in Alexandria where I reply to emails, but didn't have my PC with its address book
working as I do now:
Dear Friends:
Wanted to let you know that we're okay and thank you for your prayers
during this trying time. We are bone-tired, bruised, a few battle scars, and
thankful for the lives of our friends and relatives who have been spared. We
ask your continued prayers for our great city of New Orleans which we
expect to rise phoenix-like from the watery ruins.
I'd like to leave you with a quote from Rudolf Steiner who wrote these words
about the Great War in 1917 (WWI). They seem applicable today to those
who have died in the Great Flood of New Orleans and those who remain
behind: [See entire review at:
1. http://www.doyletics.com/arj/destinie.htm ]
[[ Dear friends, in closing, let us first of all remember those who are out there
at the front, in the great arena of present-day events: "Out of courage shown
in battle, Out of the blood shed in war, Out of the grief of those who are left,
Out of the people's deeds of sacrifice Spirit fruits will come to grow If souls
with knowledge of the spirit Turn their mind to spirit realms. "And for those
who because of those events have already gone through the gate of death:
"Out of courage shown in battle, Out of the blood shed in war, Out of the
grief of those who are left, Out of the people's deeds of sacrifice Spirit fruits
will come to grow If souls with knowledge of the spirit Turn their mind to
spirit realms." ]]
Do not seek comfort in your fears, but find instead comfort in the spirit-fruits
which will rise from these deeds of sacrifice and love.
Early Portion of August:
This month started off with a call from my daughter Maureen that her daughter was going to have
a Caesarian section because her baby was breech and he cannot be rotated into position. The next
night we visited Tiffany and John and their new son, Aven Christopher Ostarley, 7 lbs 5 oz and
18" long, born August 2 at 11 am at Ochsner's Hospital in Jefferson. New mom is doing fine as
you can see in the photo. Aven a tiny image of his Papa John. Gotta find room on my cooking
apron for another tiny footprint of our second great-grandchild.
We babysat for Sam while Sue and Stoney celebrated their anniversary. Our daughter from
Beaumont came to town with her two children, Molly and Garret. I fixed green beans and potatoes
over rice for them and they cleaned the pot. Molly regaled us with an impromptu Barbie Doll
Fashion Show on the Timberlane bar. After they left Del and I gave Sam some poker lessons --
we actually won for a change -- Sam is hard to beat.
Saturday brought the CODOFIL Breakfast followed by Pay Me! games at Timberlane. Buster,
Emily, JB Borel, Paul and Joyce, and me and Del. I popped for the lunch po-boys from
DiMartino's. Del won today, but Emily won both of the last two low score hands. I almost beat
her for the low score jackpot, but got blocked on the last hand and missed by about 5 points. Joyce
actually said I won and I began collecting the tokens when she announced that she had overlooked
Emily's hand. At one point Emily got so excited about having a pay me, that she splashed her
coke all over the table, herself, the floor, and her cards. Then she couldn't recover the all the cards
she had initially and we had to declare a misdeal.
Then we left immediately to go to Stoney's house-warming where all his siblings and their off-spring were there. Also his parents and grandparents. Lots of grilled sausage, steak, chicken, and
hot dogs. Robbie Todd and Brett were there with their families. Amazingly they and John all have
children about the same age, pre-teens. While we were there, Kim and Wes gave me this huge
book by John Folse, "The Encyclopedia of Cajun & Creole Cuisine," as a birthday present.
Weighs 8 lbs, but feels like a ton. A book that heavy is hard to lift in just one hand because your
fingers have difficulty keeping it from slipping down. It takes two hands to handle this whopper.
Great photos, history, and recipes throughout. 852 pages, 150 of history, rest of recipes. A real
gem.
Wrote this comment on Kevin Dann's BeyondMainStreet Blog:
["Enjoyed this more than your recent spate of desultory philippics against a certain political
figure, a habit which I fain have fall into rapid desuetude, Bobby "]
He wrote back:
["Hey there mon ami, I cannot recall when I was last accused of
'desultory philippics' but I plead guilty as charged."
Kevin ]
Wes called on the 14th and said George Poettgen died in his sleep this morning at his home in
Missouri. His son discovered his body when he didn't show up for work. George was Oday
Laverne's father-in-law, Julie's dad. I told Wes it was terrible to lose a good duck hunting buddy
as well as a good friend. He'll be there from now on without having to load up. "Or take a place in
the blind," Wes added. I agree. My eyes are a little teary right now, George, we'll miss your
smiling face and good cheer.
I walked into my masseuse's office one Thursday and noticed a large poster of a view of the
Alps with a small figure in the middle who seemed to be kneeling in front of a crucifix. I told
Laura about having finished a Steiner review in which he talked about someone stumbling upon
a crucifix in the high Alps. The painting was a watercolor by Joseph Mallord William Turner, and
I spent a couple of hours in Googling Joseph Mallord William Turner trying to find a reproduction
of St. Gothard's Passage painting of his.
Finally found one or two, but they look different from the one on poster. They have no sign of
crucifix. Lots of his paintings offered in reproductions, but so far have not found the right one.
Would be glad to get a $10 poster, but unable to find it.
On the next Saturday, I took my dad to the WildFowl Exhibit at Alario Center. We looked at all
the new carvings of ducks, geese, owls, eagles, hawks, etc, on display. The Great Owl you could
swear those were white feathers on its face overlaying the dark feathers. Then we went to look
over the items offered for display. I bought myself a Vernier Caliper — not much better than a
ruler, but has inside and outside measuring calipers.
Daddy talked to two of his cronies who bought decoys from him in previous years. He held one of
the black ducks he originally carved and sold and considered buying it back. Then Gary from Baker came out with a black duck that my brother
David had carved and Dad was obviously touched as he saw it. His eyes teared up a bit as he said, "I
lost my son, but I going to buy his decoy." The price was $150 and Gary told him, "Just give 100
dollars, Buster. I think that's what I bought it from David for." What a nice gesture. I told him the
story about David telling me weeks before he died when I asked if he was leaving anything
undone he would like to have done in his life, "Just a few decoys." He gave me one of those,
which I cherish. trying to find a reproduction of this St. Gothard's Passage artwork. Finally found
one or two, but they looked different from the one on poster. They have no sign of crucifix. Lots
of his paintings offered in reproductions, but so far have not found the right one. Would be glad to
get a $10 poster, or a more expensive print, but have been unable to find a suitable one, up until
now.
That night we drove to Sandra and Fil's house and looked at the water damage on the ceiling due
to a tub overflow from their grandson they're raising. Tony Zimmerman and his wife Joan picked
us up in his extended van and drove us to Restaurant Des Familles in Crown Point. Enjoyed
talking to Sandra - she laughs great at jokes, likewise with Fil -- he talks golf. When he
explained how marvelous he felt on the golf course, how time just seems to fly by, I said that's
how I felt sitting at my desk writing as I am doing right now. Enjoyed talking to Tony, a classmate
from early high school days at Westwego High -- he likes to talk about people he knows and
meets in his job as limo driver.
The next Saturday we went to Evan Soulé's mom and dad's home in Bocage, Algiers for a garage
sale. Del bought some tools for her mom's place.
I bought some Cyclopedia of World's Writers
and Wiss pinking shears. Evan says they'll have an estate sale auction later of collectibles from
Soulé College etal, planned originally for sometime in October. Helped Evan move a large
framed photo of Colonel George Soulé from the house to his condominium in the Federal Fibre
Mills downtown.
I had this one interesting thing happen to me while I was waiting for my weekly groceries to be
rung up by the cashier at the A&P Supermarket where we shop. An old lady came in looking
distraught. She was looking for a phone so I offered her mine. She called Twin Tire to come fix
her car. Her key was broken in the ignition or something like that, she said. After she called for
help, I asked for more details and found that she had just returned from having an oil change at
Twin Tire and not work on her ignition system. Immediately it seemed me something simple, so I
suggested that when she returned to her car where her disabled husband was sitting, in the hot sun,
that she make sure that the transmission is in Park and see if the car will start. In a minute or two
she came back in and asked for me my phone to call off Twin Tire as she had put the car in Park
and it started immediately. When not in Park cars these days will not start and you cannot remove
the key. This is to prevent you from leaving an automobile and have it coast down the street later.
I had solved her problem before my groceries were completely checked out without leaving the
area.
By the next Thursday I had just finished writing my "Riddles of the Soul" review and I printed out
a copy for Renee to give to her when we got to the Botanical Gardens at City Park for the Twilight
Concert. Burt and Renee were already sitting in front row waiting for us. Burt was eating the
jambalaya. Renee offered me hers so she could keep her appetite for later when we went out to eat.

Talked to John Rankin and told him about my reaction listening to him perform on WWOZ
around jazz fest time. "I knew from having watched you perform that you were blowing on the
harmonica, picking the guitar, and singing on the radio, but I doubt if many other listeners knew
that." He agreed. I said, "Now if you were playing the harmonica and singing at the same time,
that would really be spectacular!" He laughed, and said that he was actually working on that. Told
me about a guy who plays two harmonicas at same time, using his nose for harmony. And another
one who plays the harmonica in his mouth using his tongue to make notes. If anyone can do it,
John Rankin can! I listened to his mother, May Rankin aka "Big Mama", on WWOZ for many
years. She was an expert on New Orleans Jazz and was a wonder to listen to. During the break Del
bought a CD of John's music for me and he signed it later. It was a memorable performance. As
soon as it was over, we took Burt &Renee to see the Train Garden. Even though only a few trains
were running due to trees on the tracks, there were several streetcars moving along all lit up in the
deepening dusk. Burt and Renee were totally impressed and can't wait to bring their grandkids to
see it.
From this point on our entire world turned upside down, as you well know. God Bless you for
your prayers and thoughts, love,
Bobby and Del
Some of you know that Google, Inc. insists that you capitalize Google even
when you use it as a verb in a sentence, as I did above. They are a business, and
the word "Google" which they coined from the word "googol" belongs to them. This
prompts me to remind you that the words "doyletics" and "doyles" and "doylic"
are my gift to the world. I coined them, and, rightly understood, they are my
primary property (aka intellectual property), but I decided from the beginning
to give them to the world as automatic remoteness dilution (aka, no specified charge in advance).
It may take decades for my coined words to become as popular as "Google" is today, but I guarantee you that they will. Just as anyone can benefit daily from Googling
a word to check for misspelling, find a map or an image, or a website, or
reference, etc, so can anyone benefit from doing a speed trace to remove an
unwanted doyle which may cause them pain and the discomfort which can result. A speed trace is a way of asking your body whether this unpleasantness you're feeling is simply an old pre-5 memory. Ask it and if the answer is "Yes", then the unpleasantness will disappear, for good. And, I hope you agree, that is very good indeed!
To select a great work of art or a great poem would require that a computer have a huge data bases with all the greatest works of art and greatest poems of literary history. In addition the data base would have to include the bad poems so the computer could distinguish the good from the bad. Since there are many times more bad works than great ones, the database would have be enormous. Even given such a data base, the computer’s task of comparison would be daunting — it would require much more time and processing than determining the next move in a chess game.
Once such a computer has been programmed, we would quickly find upon feeding it a new poem that it would fail because what makes a new poem great is exactly that is not like any of the other great poems. Walt Whitman's blank verse would have been deemed not to be poetry at by a computer program as nothing about it rhymed. Similarly for new works of art.
What would such a computer have done with Picasso’s early cubist paintings? It would have rejected them as trivial and ugly, no doubt.
New works of great art come about from the destruction of the sameness of the extant works. This is another way of saying that new works come from the spiritual world, not the material world. A computer, which has no soul, may be able to compare new art with older forms of art, but it cannot receive inspiration from the spiritual world to create a new work of art. What a human being can do, with little or no training — admire a great work of art — a computer cannot do at all. Computers live solely in the past accomplishments of humans beings. Human beings, when they are not imitating computers, can live in the future world they are able to create.
The best source at the best price is to order your copies on-line is from the publisher Random House/Xlibris's website above.