Ray wasn't singing about what he knew, 'cause Ray had been blind since he was a child. He hadn't seen many purple mountains. He hadn't seen many fruited plains. He was singing about what he believed to be.
Mr. President, we love America, not because of all of us have seen the beauty all the time.
But we believed if we kept on working, if we kept on marching, if we kept on voting, if we kept on believing, we would make America beautiful for everybody.
Woo-hoo, happy blogiversary eRobin!
Posted by: Elayne Riggs | January 12, 2008 at 10:37 PM
Thank you! The first 100 people to comment here will be allowed to join my various Councils referenced above. Expect details to follow. And remember: this is where we'll end up if we do nothing!
Posted by: eRobin | January 12, 2008 at 11:18 PM
Wow! Happy Happy. You've been blogging longer than I have! Well, by a couple of months.
Posted by: Account Deleted | January 12, 2008 at 11:57 PM
(to William Tell/Lone Ranger tune)
Happy blogiversary,
Happy blogiversary,
Happy blogiversary,
haaaaappy blogiversary!
Congratulations, eRobin! May you blog for 40 more years!
Posted by: Thomas Nephew | January 13, 2008 at 11:08 PM