The Beloved, who Knows Things, told me about “Google Alerts”: I could enter any words or names I wanted into a simple form and then get an email from Google whenever they appeared on the web (once a day, as they happen, or every week). No ads, no identity theft. And it’s easier to do than it is to read about. I was characteristically skeptical, but now, whenever someone online mentions Louis (frequently), Lester, Ruby, or Sid, I know. Hugely reassuring. Some of what surfaces is trivial, but this morning I was Alerted to an extraordinary website: THE EVANSVILLE BONEYARD.
That’s Evansville, Indiana.
A rather cryptic, even macabre title, granted.
But these pictures are anything but cryptic.
I find the second one — shock and sorrow too sharp for any place but the front page — especially moving. Thanks to John Baburnich, the BONEYARD’s editor, for posting these irreplaceable artifacts of the man he calls an “Evansville Born Jazz Great” — which Sidney Catlett was.
I also found myself reading about other events in Evansville history — Mike the Headless Chicken and The Great Molasses Flood. Neither story is for the faint of heart, but they are both engrossing. A visit to THE EVANSVILLE BONEYARD will amuse, enlighten, and exalt, even if it’s always too early in the day to read about headless chickens.