TIMOTHY
Posted on 07/28/2002 4:10:52 PM PDT by Alouette
Roebling was so badly afflicted that he could barely communicate. It is thought that his wife, Mary, was responsible for finishing the bridge.
Remember this one?
Trapped in a mine that's half-caved in,
And everyone knew the only ones left were Joe, and me, and Tim;
When they broke through to pull us free, the only ones left to tell the tale were Joe ...
... and me.
Timothy ... Timothy ...
Where on earth did you go?
Timothy ... Timothy ...
God, why don't I know?
Hungry as hell, no food to eat,
And Joe said to me he'd sell his soul for just a piece of meat;
Water enough to drink for two, so Joe said to me, "I'll take a swig and then there's some for you".
Timothy ... Timothy ...
God, I wish that I knew ...
Timothy ... Timothy ...
Joe, what did we do?
I must have passed out just 'bout then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see was the light of the day again.
Our stomachs were full as they could be
And nobody ever got around to finding Timothy.
Timothy ... Timothy ...
Where on earth did you go?
Timothy ... Timothy ...
God, why don't I know?
And what does that have to do with putting them in decompression chambers for a few hours?!?!?!
Are you saying people would have thought less of them if they had to be decompressed?
You're just rambling now.
I guess there was a rumor that the song was based on a true story.
I still have that tune in my head.
Looks like I'm off to Bearshare.
But what they don't tell you is that Timothy was the mine's mule, back in the days when they used mules to pull out the ore cars.
I remember thinking "Holy $hit", myself, when I first heard this, positive that they were talking about cannabilism. It does make more sense, knowing that they're talking about the mule, but it does take away the horrible fascination with the song.
I'm still waiting to hear you tell me why putting the men into a decompression chamber would have made a difference as to whether or not they were heroes.
How about this tune (one of my favorites if you've ever heard it):
BIG BAD JOHN
Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big John
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
Nobody seem to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much he was kinda shy
And if you spoke at all you just said "hi" to Big John
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Louisiana fella to the Promised Land
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last 'cept John
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
Through the dust and the smoke of that man made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
He grabbed a saggin' timber and gave out a groan
And like a giant oak tree just stood there alone
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!"
And twenty men scrambled from a would be grave
And now there's only one left down there to save, Big John
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
Then smoke and gas belched out of that mine
Everyone knew it was the end of the line for Big John
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
Now they never reopened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand
"AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS MINE
LIES A BIG, BIG MAN
BIG JOHN"
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John
Sounds like the other posted message proposes a silly hypothesis. Typically contrarian in a board where such behavior is rampant, such conspiracy theories are really over the edge.
I'll have to try again later. But now you've gotten my interest up.
Never heard the mule story. I wish I'd have know that long ago, it would have really helped me sleep. ;-)
One second of critical thinking tells you the theory is worthless.
So how common are hyperbaric chambers in trauma centers?
I know the Navy brought some to the hospital (the carrier took a chunk out of a pedestrian walkway), but what would happen if they needed one and one wasn't there?
Thanks for that -- I'd been wondering about him, too.
Of course, even at that I figure he was on-site because it's all he'd be thinking about anyway, and he might as well just go there and get it over with. Of course, if he ever does take up politics again he's got these folks' votes sewed up.
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