November 7, 2008
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What a streak

Roger Ebert is back from a series of tough convalescences. He had salivary cancer, it came back, he had surgery, there were complications and complexities. Somewhere along the line, he broke a hip.

He’s all better now. Well, not quite entirely; some infirmities are to be expected. He can’t talk. And, apparently. he can’t eat. But he sure can write.

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee...
Half way home, we'll be there by morning...
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea. — Steve Goodman

This is a lovely, polished parable about the arts, country music, singer-songwriters, Pullman porters, the Old South, and the Shrub. Quite possibly written overnight, since the topic is a recent, lamentable political appointment by lame duck George Bush. Literature on a deadline.