The heat was hot
Look, things are complicated in this country. We all know that. We're reckoning with a lot of horrible facts about both our present and our past. But, at bottom, I think we can acknowledge that some flawed, complicated people came together and set up a novel framework that genuinely enabled things to get better. And this weekend is a time to reflect on that. A chance to think about what we might do to make things better too - because, at bottom, we're all flawed, complicated people too.
Anyway, let's identify some songs of hope and pride, and maybe a bit of patriotism - real patriotism, not that "everything we do must be the best because it is us" stuff.
And to kick it off, here's Ray Charles singing America The Beautiful at the 2001 World Series.
Happy America Day, everyone! We'll kick it off with a cut from the upcoming WGOM SUMMER MIX 2016.
Should be out later this week, folks! It's out now!
Tom seems insistent on doing his worst Dylan impression on this one...
Pretty sure we've played this before, but I'm about to get on a plane and am doing this with my phone, so here we are.
Enjoy the game, everyone!
John Cash performing his poem, which was the opening and title track to his 1974 album.
Have a free and safe 4th, you guys.
happy birthday, america! this oughta tide the hippies over.
High School weeks comes to an abrupt end.
At the end of high school I started a summer "love" with a girl heading to NYU. It was one of those, "wait you thought I was good looking all this time? I thought you were a babe the past four years!" things that only comes in the summer after high school. Rather than trying to force it with me in Buffalo and her in New York we ended it before it we ruined out friendship. We would trade e-mails back and forth and on a Tuesday morning in September she sent me an e-mail saying how great things were going and how I should come and see her. A paragraph or so later she said that she heard some loud noises and that something was going on outside. She said she would e-mail me back later. The time stamp was 9:01AM on September 11th, 2001. A few days later she got back to me. She said words can never describe what it was like so I never asked. I figured it was the kind of thing that made you grow up too fast. She transferred the next semester.
Feel free to share your stories from ten years ago in the LTEs.