We got the news.
Admit that the waters around you have grown.
This is the best news I have heard in a long, long time. As the former sponsor of Daniel Webster High School’s first-ever Gay-Straight Alliance, I cannot begin to explain how happy I am today. This morning, my kids — ALL of my kids — can marry the one they love, and would-be theocrats have nothing to say about it.
This is awesome.
On an unrelated note, here’s Day 2 of my giving-things-up-for-Lent project:
I bought this by mistake at the dollar store, forgetting I’d already bought the frame I needed for a picture I wanted to hang up. I don’t have anything else this size that needs to be framed, but I bet somebody else does. Into the giveaway box it goes.
Love the way their voices work together.
I’ve been too busy covering a murder trial this week to blog. Here’s a BBC recording of an entire Joni Mitchell concert from 1970 to make it up to you.
I have no idea how I have managed to get this far without posting any Harry Belafonte. We’ll remedy it with this live version of “The Banana Boat Song” from 1997.
I thought of Harry Belafonte this week because there was a reference to him in Selma, which we saw Monday night, and which I highly recommend. (And the scene with the Belafonte reference reminded me of why I’m proud to be a folkie. Joan Baez and Peter, Paul and Mary have always been on the right side of history. God bless ’em.)
I was thinking about Rosanne Cash last week when Ron and I visited Johnny Cash’s childhood home in Dyess, Ark., on our way down to Memphis. I like this song a lot. First time I heard it was on a Peter, Paul and Mary tape I bought in high school. This is a pretty version.
On a cold January night in Southeast Missouri, I might be juuuuuuuuust a little inclined to daydream about hot July evenings in Okemah.
A little “Oklahoma Hills” at Woodyfest should warm me right up.