A setting sun glows through a tree stand in Bridgewater, Sunday evening. |
I’m taking the liberty to selectively quote a few lyrics from a great oldies
song dedicated to a lady of the same name.
However, the Irene who just passed us by in New Jersey had far worse habits: She not only caused a sleepless night for millions
of us, but she became the source of great mischief and grief with her wanton shenanigans
and destructive habits during her relatively brief stopover.
“Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreamsI wished to God I'd never seen your face
I's sorry you ever was bornYou cause me to weep, you cause me to mourn
You cause me to leave my homeIrene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams”
Probably like many of you in The Garden
State, Irene kept me up past midnight with her “ramblin'” and her “stayin'
out late at night.”