First timer? In this formerly once-a-day blog (and now more-or-less a twice a week blog), I have my computer select a random latitude and longitude that puts me somewhere in the continental United States (the lower 48). I call this “landing.” I keep track of the watersheds I land in, as well as the town I land near. I do some internet research to hopefully find something of interest about my landing location. To find out more about A Landing A Day (like who “Dan” is and what the various numbers and abbreviations mean in the first paragraph), please see “About Landing,” (and “Abbreviations” and “Cryptic Numbers”) above.
Landing number 2065; A Landing A Day blog post number 492.
Dan – Well, things are mighty streaky around here. After five USers to bring my Score to less than 150, I followed up with six OSers (Score up 152.3). And now, three USers in a row, thanks to this landing in . . . LA; 33/35; 4/10; 150.6. If you haven’t a clue what I’m talking about, click HERE to find out . . .
Anyway, here’s my regional landing map:
My local landing map shows that I landed near the major town of Winnsboro (you can tell it’s major by all the roads that lead there), and also close to several smaller towns.
You can see on the above map that I landed near the Boeuf River. But a drop of water that lands on my landing must take a somewhat circuitous route to get there. Here’s a map:
First, it’s off to Pine Ck; then to the West Turkey Ck; to the Turkey Ck; then finally to the Boeuf (4th hit); then to the Ouachita R (11th hit); to the Black R (11th hit); on to the Red R of the South (54th hit); to the Atchafalaya (61st hit).
Here’s my Google Earth (GE) shot, which shows that I landed in an agricultural area (pastureland?):
Zooming back a bit, you can see that I landed just east of a heavily wooded area (the land surrounding the Boeuf River, and the Ouachita River as seen on my watershed map:
I hopped on StreetView and plunked myself down in the middle of the woods. Here’s what it looks like:
Back to the towns on my landing map – not surpirisngly, “Jigger” caught my eye, so I’ll start there. Here’s what Wiki has to say about the town:
Jigger is an unincorporated community in Franklin Parish, Louisiana. The community was named after the five-year-old son of the first postmaster, whose name was selected for the community by the Postal Service.
Several questions pop up: Why did the Post Service select the peculiar name given to the son of the postmaster? But more importantly, why oh why would anyone name their son Jigger? According to Wiki, here are the various meanings of “jigger:”
- A hand-operated rail car
- A measure of alcoholic drink ingredients and/or the tool used to measure them
- A parasitic insect found in tropical or semi-tropical climates that causes inflammatory skin disease
- The aftmost mast of a four-masted sailing ship – “the jigger mast”
- A pallet jack
- A hidden button on a double-breasted coat.
A fine name for a child!
I saw that one Lord Necromancer posted this You Tube video of a cornfield near Jigger. It’s breathtaking!
Moving on to Winnsboro (pop 4,900). Being much bigger than Jigger, one would think that I could find something to write about in Winnsboro. Well, it turns out they have two favorite sons that caught my eye. First, Fred Carter Jr, a guitar player and singer who was primarily known as a studio musician. He was a player in the early 1960s rock n roll scene. Later, he played with The Band for several years in the 80s. Here’s The Band playing their classic “The Weight.” Old Fred takes the lead at about minute 4:00.
And then (seemingly improbably), it turns out that on Simon & Garfunkle’s “The Boxer,” the acoustic guitar you hear is a duet with Paul & Fred.
If you want to read Fred’s thoughts about this collaboration with Paul Simon, go to the You Tube page, by clicking HERE.
It turns out that Sammy White, a wide receiver for the Vikings (1976 – 1985) is also from Winnsboro. He was the NFL Rookie of the Year in 1976 and was selected to the Pro Bowl team twice (1976 and 1977). He’s perhaps best known for a catch he made during Super Bowl XI in 1977. Fran Tarkenton threw to him on a crossing pattern. I’ll let the video tell the story:
For all of you NFL fans out there, you’re fully aware that Jack Tatum would have been called for a personal foul, helmet-to-helmet contact not being allowed these days. What with all of the concussions (and subsequent brain damage) that has been so well publicized, I hope that Sammy’s doing OK . . .
I’ll close with lovely sunrise shot over the Boeuf River near my landing. It’s a Panoramio shot by Little Dog 724, entitled “Hurricane Sandy Sunrise.” It turns out Little Dog took this picture the day that Katrina slammed into Louisiana:
That’ll do it.
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