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2010-12-20 - 10:54 a.m. Nash Roberts has died. We will not see his like again. The last "big" storm that he worked before his retirement, that I remember, was 1998's Hurricane Georges. While everybody else was running around screaming, "This is it! Doom! We're all gonna die!" then he kept a cool head and predicted the storm's fortuitous turn. "Nash always knows." That part of the legend I have heard since the day I arrived in New Orleans. The part I didn't know, until today, when I read his story on nola.com, was that his neighbors would wait and see if his car was gone -- if he was evacuating his wife -- before they evacuated for any storm. The car was always there. Until late August, 2005. Katrina. "Nash always knows," indeed! Also, in another sad note, Olga Clifton has also passed. This is the lady in Abita Springs, co-founder with her husband of the International Hummingbird Day, which they actually used to host at their beautifully birdscaped home and grounds -- until the event got too big and relocated to Mizzell's in Folsom. I heard Walter, her husband, was ill as well but is expected to recover. Scary how time marches on. I remember that I attended the very last festival ever held at their home. It was pouring down rain, and still we all turned out. The location was too beautiful, the birds too abundant. A little rain wasn't going to discourage the determined Louisiana hummingbirder! If I recall correctly, they ended up hosting over 1,000 people that weekend -- without any charge or fee. At that point, they knew that the fest had gone "viral," of course, we didn't have the word "viral" back then. But they knew it was entirely out of hand, and the hummingbirding hordes would need a bigger gathering place the next year. I have often wondered how many people would have turned out if the sun had been shining.
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