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b/c i love her.

Another great find via athensview’s Bob Brussack

athensview: Athens People. If I had turned right at Lumpkin this morning, as I usually do, I would not have met Karen Witten. But I crossed Lumpkin and began the long walk down the Broad Street hill, lingering a moment or two at Broad and Finley to renew my acquaintance with the cobblestones that have ushered me and so many other pilgrims into the presence of The Tree That Owns Itself.

When I reached Pope, I turned right, partly to avoid an even longer trek back to the downtown parking deck, and partly to pay my silent respects to Hill First Baptist Church. When the church gathered, some time ago now, to say farewell to my colleague Larry Blount, who died young, the spiritual tide that engulfed the congregation washed over me, standing at the back of the sanctuary, leaving me with the strong conviction that Larry, perhaps alone among all I’ve mourned, received a proper send-off.

As I moved beyond the church on Pope, I encountered something unexpected. To my right, in a hollow between the back of the church and a row of wood-frame houses, vegetables grew in neat rows and patches. Here — only a block or two from the 40 Watt and the arch — was a garden. And walking slowly through it, carrying (I think) one of those plastic grocery bags, was a diminutive gray-haired woman. She was dressed so modestly, and she carried herself with such humble grace, that I thought she might be homeless. As I watched, she stopped, midways of the garden, and busied herself. I realized then that the garden was no mere waypoint for her, but a workspace. She was the gardener or, as it turns out, one of them. She is Karen Witten. Karen, a physician, has spent more time in Addis Ababa than in Athens. For more than a decade, she worked closely with Ethiopian scientists to try to rid the country of the scourge of malaria while her husband Wray, a lawyer, helped build Ethiopia’s system of legal education. About two years ago, Karen and Wray retired to Athens, moving into a house near what is now the garden, but was then just a kudzu-dominated patch of open space.

The story of the garden’s creation and of its tending by a diverse community of volunteers should be told, and the telling already has begun. This week’s Flagpole (as Karen pointed out to me) includes an excellent feature on “the hand-made garden.” After you’ve read the piece, drop back by. I’ll post a few more images when they’re ready, and I’ll add a detail or two to the story.

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athensview: Athens Jazz. I saw and heard Randy Andersen, trumpet, for the first and last time back in June at a Ciné jam session. Randy and his horn seemed the oldest of friends, and the two of them, I thought, belonged exactly where they were, left of the keys and right of the saxes, offering some especially loving and respectful contributions to the musical conversation.

Randy died this week after a long fight against cancer. He’ll be remembered at a service on Monday, November 2, at 7 p.m. at St. Joseph’s. Then we’ll all adjourn to Ciné for an extended jam session in Randy’s honor. Please join us at Ciné for what should be a beautifully fitting musical celebration of a jazz artist’s life.

Steve Key and Mitch Rothstein, who knew Randy well, say he moved to Athens in the early 1990’s to be closer to his mother’s family. Born in New York City, Randy grew up around jazz, shmoozing with some of the greats. He served as an Army musician, playing his horn across the U.S. and overseas.

During his years in Athens, Randy was jazz shepherd and evangelist, taking the initiative to put together a number of combos and big bands. Steve Key has a special memory of the night Randy hosted a Morton Theatre performance with saxophonist Billy Mitchell.

Randy studied jazz trumpet with one of the under-appreciated poets of the idiom, Dave Burns.

My article on Vic Chesnutt ran yesterday — he had some choice words about Paul Broun, considering Vic, who’s been in a wheelchair since age 18, has a “pre-existing condition” and can only get hospitalization insurance. He’s now being sued by ARMC b/c he hasn’t been able to pay off the $70,000 or so he owes the hospital. It’s crazy, ridiculous, rage-inducing stuff, and he’s sufficiently enraged/depressed about it.

On the happier side of things, he plays tonight at the 40 Watt with his touring band o’ punks, made up of Guy Picciotto of Fugazi and about seven members of Godspeed You! Black Emperor. This will be a phenomenal show and you should go.