Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
There was a fine group of us who had a state of emergency in Cologne, Germany a few weeks ago.
At the time, I never thought I would in some bizarre way compare it to the state of emergency in Charlottesville, Virginia day before yesterday.
The white horse in the room in Cologne was that this state of emergency was a Celebration of Life of Brian Keith Barnes, father, musician and suddenly gone way too soon.
Oh yes, and as in Virginia, there was blood and soil and in Cologne it was the blood, sweat, and toil of searching the soil of the city streets that Onita Boone labored as she scoured the town and social media looking for the barbecue spareribs that only she knows how to prepare to succulently to slide off the bone. And the elbow grease provided by all the cooks: Claudine, Nina, Tutu, Boysie and please forgive me whomever I am accidentally forgetting here, for this amazing meal–we’re in Germany here folks, so please, tip your hats to the wonderful food: collard greens, 2 kinds if I recall correctly, corn bread, fried chicken, ribs, potato salad, tomatoes and mozzarella, Frikadellen, collard greens, potato salad, tomatoes and tortellini salads, mozzarella, mac and cheese, mac and cheese!!! And desserts! Endless homemade desserts!
As my girlfriend, Deborah Woodson said: “It feels like Sunday.” And she was oh so right!
And then of course, instead of cars driving into peaceful demonstrators with the intention of killing them, cars for Brian’ s celebration parked in the spots designated for their parking purposes. The venue was held at the Ebony Premium Club & Sports Bar Köln. Big Mike, the proprietor, allowed us to use his premises for a fractional cost. Here’s to you, Big Mike.
My book, Incompatible with Nature–a Mother’s Story is in the front window of my car. I parked, stepped outside and several people, who were joining the celebration asked me what the book is about. After telling them my message, we all hugged and I felt like I too was bringing something to this bounteous table, aside from my appetite and the looking forward to hugging good friends and remembering another. We all need an uplifting message today, one message, that will outlast hatred and bigotry and meanness and spitefulness…because it is a love story. And love will always trump hate. ALWAYS.
Aah and the torches. They burned. They burned our very souls as they were the voices and the instruments of the fellow musicians who wanted to make sure that Brian was lifted musically into the Heavens.
And it was a beautiful thing.
Heather and Brian, I like to think that we’re doing the best we can. But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Sometimes, I think God is laughing at us or crying for us.
Blood, soil, white horses, messages and collard greens in Germany.
Come what may, we wish you peace.