Atlantic Avenue

IMG_1200Atlantic Avenue is a song written by RB Morris local poet, songwriter and performer. Atlantic Avenue is a street in North Knoxville (not to be confused with Historic Old North Knoxville) where he lived several times.

RB does a good job of describing the familiar, often the scruffy, of our city–streets, venues, people–in both his songs and poetry. Accompanied by his guitar and usually a band, his presentation style is unique.

At first, not exactly sure how I felt about his breaking off a song lyric to recite lines from a poem, I stood back questioning. It didn’t take long to realize this was an honest performer, RB being RB.

I attended a home concert one evening where he performed and was glad to hear this song, a old favorite for many of his fans. After leaving the concert my friend, Karen, and I decided to cruise Atlantic Avenue to see if we could figure out where RB had lived. It was after midnight on a hot summer night. We didn’t have any luck but it was a nice way to hold onto the mood.

Lyrics from Atlantic Avenue

by RB Morris

“Windows in old homes, glowing rosy in the night…..”

“Alley cats and nightbirds playing in the shadows and the machines….”

“ And darkness falls forever on broken wheels and dreams…”

Can you see it?

Note from RB: I wrote all the lyrics to the song, as a song it is a co-write with the late Terry Hill who wrote the music.

One Last Winter Blog

Bitter cold. Snow. Ice. That covers the weather for Knoxville in February. It inconvenienced many of us by temporarily interrupting power or making roads too treacherous to travel. It posed deadly harm in the form of single digit temperatures to the homeless.

Weather Cultivates Concern
One person posted on Facebook her concerns for a person staying under a bridge near her home. She took blankets to the individual, but as it became colder, she feared the person might freeze to death during the night. She says that she called the police department and they said they would go by later to see if the person needed help. Not satisfied she called 911 and an ambulance did come and pick up the person.

I saw a post by the Common Cause Thrift Shop asking for donations of coats, blankets, hand warmers which they distributed during this emergency. Two churches opened their doors to provide shelter: Park West Church of God as a Red Cross Shelter, and Redeemer Church of Knoxville because people came seeking shelter. These incidents made me wonder what is the best way to help during a time of extreme need.

Where to Look for Help
Knoxville has a number of non-profit organizations–Salvation Army. Knoxville Area Rescue Ministries (KARM), Volunteer Ministry Center(VMC)–dedicated to helping people every day of the year. I contacted Rev. Bruce W. Spangler, COO of Volunteer Ministry Center and asked him what happened during a weather crisis: Are rules regarding admission to a shelter relaxed at all? Is there a means of checking on those who usually don’t want to come to a shelter to see if they would now? Does anyone have the authority to make a person, i.e., police, to stay in shelter?

Rev. Spangler replied, “As to your questions, shelter requirements are loosened during the bitter cold. I don’t know about the ‘making someone’ stay in a shelter. I would say that authorities can strongly encourage but I doubt that anyone can make someone go into a shelter (it becomes one of civil rights).”

I spoke to Eddie Young, President of Redeeming Hope Ministries, and Executive Director of “The Amplifier,” who registered dismay over the lack of across-the-board acceptance of people needing shelter during extreme weather. “Although Redeemer Church was not set up to operate as a shelter, we did the best we could to care for some turned away at KARM.”

Communication During A Crisis
How do the people on the street know where to look for help during extreme weather? Young says word of mouth is simple and fast and workers or volunteers for a shelter also alert people and offer transportation. If you are a person worried about the safety of someone during such a crisis, 911 is the number to call.

After The Crisis
So the fiercest of the weather has passed and life returns to normal. I wondered if we had lost anyone due to freezing to death outside and called the City of Knoxville Police Department, Records & Accidents. Transferred to the Crime Analysis Unit, the message I received was that they don’t keep stats on deaths due to cold, but did not recall any in the month of February. Eddie Young knows of one man who died out-of-doors during the cold, but says it is difficult to say death was the direct result of exposure without an autopsy.

What is easy to note is how the concern dissipates after an emergency. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the homeless or by the professionals who work with them on a daily basis. Why this gap?

Spangler says, “Often times the bitter cold or extreme heat will bring about a desire to help. Emergency situations do require emergency responses. However, that mode of operating only concentrates on the problem and permanent solutions are ignored.

Our community, for the most part, perceives homelessness as something that good people do to help the less fortunate. Since the good people respond, civic leadership and elected officials need not worry about it. Therefore it is not a community problem, just a bad experience that someone else has.

Permanent solutions that consist of accessible and appropriate housing plus services are proven effective and cost efficient. However, it takes a public policy perspective to make that happen.It takes community support and political will.  At this time, the two are not on the same page. Until this happens, we will continue to struggle how to respond in momentarily incidents of inclement weather and ignore the issue the rest of time.”

Knoxville has many caring citizens who work through religious and other helping organizations to provide good “band-aids” for the homeless. It is time to push back this first responder, emergency mode of operation. Consistent, unified effort is the solution to lead the nearly 800 people of Knoxville’s streets to a home.

423 E Emerald Ave 005

To learn more about homelessness in Knoxville, go to the internet and search

My 70th Year – Boomsday 2014

Being in my 70th year I can tell you that my balance is not always tip-top and I find myself thinking more often about where I place my feet. The fear of falling is a very real fear for older people. Lose of mobility is a big deal. But a fall doesn’t always spell disaster. Thank goodness.


Knoxville is home for the largest Labor Day fireworks display in the United States. A friend invited me this year to watch the excitement from her condo close to the Henley Street Bridge. It is a lovely place with a backyard ending at the edge of a hill that drops to the riverwalk.

It was still early, not yet twilight, and people sat in lawn chairs talking while the youngsters  played. Jodie brought out Boxie, their 15-year-old miniature Schnauzer, for a walk before the fireworks began. I thought I would help out by walking the dog so Jodie could visit with her guests.

Although Boxie is legally blind she realized that someone else had her and after about fourIMG_9859-001 steps she started to resist and pull back on the leash. I was afraid she would slip her collar and became very concerned because I know that Jodie loves God, her family, the UT Vols and Boxie, not necessarily in that order.

So I turned, bending down to grab Boxie and the next I knew we were rolling, over and over, down the hill.  A large post in the ground about half way down stopped our fall. Boxie was above my head and I still held the leash. Unhurt but trying to figure out exactly what had happened I lay there.  In seconds some of the guys from the party came down to check me out. I told them just to make sure that Boxie got to Jodie and that I thought I was fine. One was an EMT and he scrutinized me for broken bones before letting me sit and then stand up. Miraculously I was ok, with only a cut on an elbow.

Embarrassment set in when I realized people down on the riverwalk witnessed the fall. At the same time  two policemen and other rescue people came racing up the hill. I assured them there was no real damage to me and with the help of my heroes  from the photo 2party I got back up the hill. After receiving first aid on my cut I went to get a report on Boxie who hadn’t suffered any outward wounds.

Other guests couldn’t believe I hadn’t broken a bone and when you consider my age I was very fortunate. I mostly couldn’t believe that I  slid on my stomach and then rolled. My t-shirt make it look like I dove into third base. One of the young guests took a look at the mud streaked front and said, “You look like you have been doing art.”

The sun went down and the fireworks display went off with many oohs and ahhs. I sat there, replaying my spill in my mind, shaking my head, and giggling to myself.      IMG_2871

Giving Faces to the Forgotten

Last week the Homeless Persons’ Memorial was held in Knoxville. It is a national day of observance held around the time of the winter solstice. Those locally who died under a viaduct or in an abandoned building during the year are honored this night. There were twenty in 2014. Each time I attend the service, it touches my soul.

St. John’s Lutheran Church seems the perfect place to gather in meditation and remembrance. With its small sanctuary, the atmosphere is welcoming and comfortable. Dark wood pews and stain glass windows combine with the lighted Christmas trees and candles to create a feeling of  hominess.

The service is plain. Charles Mead speaks on Hope after a prayer and some hymns. Then comes the Reading of the Names and for each a bell chimes. A friend or relative or case worker then carries a lit candle to the front of the altar in honor of that person.

Some speak of the people being honored.  “I’ll miss her smile.”  “Sure loved her little dog.” “A great big hulk of a man.” “He was a sweetheart.”  These are heartfelt sentiments spoken by friends about their friends. They  help erase anonymity from these who died without an address to their names. They give personality to these people of the streets.

In 2013 Robin (Scrappy) Wyrick eulogized his friend Terel (T-Bone) Brogdon whom he met on the streets 36 months before “T-Bone told me. He said, ‘You can do it. You can fight this. You can get back to your family.’ “And, through the grace of God, I did beat my addictions and I am back,“ Brogdon said in a voice filled with emotion. Eyes lifted he ended simply, “Thank you T-Bone.”

Often those attending offer poems. or prayers. Below are excerpts from a poem by Samuel Branson in the 2014 program:

The Can Man, Can!
“I can’t cross the road here and I can go in there.
Yes, this is a city park, but there is not loitering here!
I have got my pen and a few scraps of paper
But it is my mind I fear is about to tapper!

Dear God, I pray, out loud so no one will hear
Don’t let me give up like some of the rest,
Asleep in an alley or under a bridge at best.
Just for today, just for today!!! Leave my pride in tact
And I thank you Dear Lord for each Kind Act!
Like the man at the shelter who washed that smell from my clothes
And for the church with opened doors that welcomed me in
so I could worship you Lord.
With each blessing that comes my way, like all those cans that were
thrown away.
I thank you God for yet another day.”

Since writing this Mr. Branson has secured housing.

At the end of the service I go to one of the women who carried a lit candle for a friend. I express my regrets for her loss and we hug, my sister and I.