And it's Father Rob and Russ and Rick and Carol Brown and my
friends Will
and Nancy and Liz and Steve and Jim and Louise and the folks from my writing classes -- Lucy and Lansing and MaryAnn and Donna and Bob and Tommy and Doug and Rebekah and David and Sarah.
And it's my beautiful sisters, Rebecca and Kathleen, who were there Saturday, taking a break from slaying dragons in and around Nashville on behalf of healthcare reform and Kathleen's FOREVER GREEN TENNESSEE campaign, and yes, my thick-headed brothers and other relations. And it includes my sweet mother. How many times in my life have I heard her call out in unexpected moments, often so full of passion that it was nearly scary. OH DAH-ny! I'd hear her say. Come see! Just look at this beautiful sunset. Oh come see, come see!
And it includes my dear children, Alexis, and Travis and Justin, so full of
light and wonder and generosity of spirit. Most importantly it includes my
wife, Jeanne, whose deeds in defense of the downtrodden or at-risk or abused children -- the time she's stood up in the face of angry cops or street thugs or government officials to defend those deserving of justice or human compassion -- are becoming legend.
More pertinent to Saturday night's proceedings, my America is the one that includes all the good folks in OREPA and elsewhere who have the courage to stand up and disobey. To cross a line, to loft a giant or puppet or unfurl a banner, to post an all-too-true photograph, or simply to say to a friend spouting some mean-spirited idiocy uttered by Limbaugh, "Honey you be drinkin' the wrong kinda tea"."
We all have
corners we can light up, some just happen to be a little bigger than others.
So let me finish by saying, you'll never know what it means to count you,
faithful reader, as part of my community, my country. And if our beautiful
blue-green Earth survives the 21st Century it will be because of You and You
and You and people like you everywhere. There are millions of us in America,
and that's MY country.
God bless you, and God bless our Good Green Mother Earth.
and Nancy and Liz and Steve and Jim and Louise and the folks from my writing classes -- Lucy and Lansing and MaryAnn and Donna and Bob and Tommy and Doug and Rebekah and David and Sarah.
And it's my beautiful sisters, Rebecca and Kathleen, who were there Saturday, taking a break from slaying dragons in and around Nashville on behalf of healthcare reform and Kathleen's FOREVER GREEN TENNESSEE campaign, and yes, my thick-headed brothers and other relations. And it includes my sweet mother. How many times in my life have I heard her call out in unexpected moments, often so full of passion that it was nearly scary. OH DAH-ny! I'd hear her say. Come see! Just look at this beautiful sunset. Oh come see, come see!
And it includes my dear children, Alexis, and Travis and Justin, so full of
light and wonder and generosity of spirit. Most importantly it includes my
wife, Jeanne, whose deeds in defense of the downtrodden or at-risk or abused children -- the time she's stood up in the face of angry cops or street thugs or government officials to defend those deserving of justice or human compassion -- are becoming legend.
More pertinent to Saturday night's proceedings, my America is the one that includes all the good folks in OREPA and elsewhere who have the courage to stand up and disobey. To cross a line, to loft a giant or puppet or unfurl a banner, to post an all-too-true photograph, or simply to say to a friend spouting some mean-spirited idiocy uttered by Limbaugh, "Honey you be drinkin' the wrong kinda tea"."
God bless you, and God bless our Good Green Mother Earth.
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