Thank you, Gerard.
This song by Dylan should be and is a benediction.
I have been "conservative" for about 65 years now. It started with the Eisenhower/Stevenson election in 1952. My first vote was cast for Barry Goldwater. I've never had any doubts about my convictions about who made the most sense.
But there was one thing that puzzled me. I thought Bob Dylan was magic from the very first album. How could I be so enthralled by a guy the Liberals claimed as their own?
Well, he had them bamfoozled from the start. Bob has become much more influential in the last few years, in large part because because he does make so much sense. Now his voice is being brought to us by sites like American Digest and other talented voices on the sensible right.
Gerard, thank you and you can bring Bob to us as often as please.
If you examine his actions and comments upon winning the Nobel, he is a closet conservative with a profound distaste for authority - suits me to a tee.
You da' best, Gerard.
This, Gerard. Thanks for all the thoughts over the years.
I'll be celebrating another birthday soon, but today I'm as young as I'll ever be. I look back and reflect that I was so much older then, but I'm younger than that now...
He does have a way with words.
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.
Re Dylan's politics, he said...
"I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is,
without prior rules about what it should be."
Thank you Gerard. And may you enjoy the same!
THE REMEMBERED PAST
Time is an illusion, but the past is not, for the calendar doesn’t lie. For me, the remembered past will always be neither better nor worse, but simply the timeless present.
As children do, I once beheld the distant stars
Aflame on moonless nights like glinting shields
Converting the black sky to massed and shining fields
Of stern and gilded warriors on guard
Much later I discovered that this was not so
That stars were simply fires lit by God
To show the way to mariners who slowly plod
The vast and empty sea of my back yard
I navigated ageing just by being there
And soon I found that I had finished school
I found her working in a small firm steno pool
But soon enough reality took hold
A family depended on my working hard
And so I did, as so did all of you
The stars of moonless nights a dark and faded view
The warriors on guard now dim and cold
For time is an illusion, but the stars can wait
They wait till we are home, our journey paid
When once again we see the star-bright fire laid
Upon the deep black distant marbled sky
More brilliant than a thousand fiercely burning suns
That shines upon the sea of my backyard
Where now it’s I who stands at ease on solemn guard
Where mariners and gilded soldiers lie
So silent and so peaceful that they seem asleep
In serried ranks beneath the dreaming past
Where present aimless dreaming flights must be recast
Into the fresh dreamed dreams of yesterday
To be remembered far into the distant time
Where mariners and gilded soldiers take
The wonders hardly wondered till they rise and wake
Remembered pasts where gilded soldiers play
If you were a girl, I'd KISS ya!
Keep up the great work!
(...and stay a guy...)
Life's too short to be *too* serious!
24 The Lord bless thee, and keep thee:
25 The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
26 The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
Thank you, Gerard. I come here daily for an enlightening dose of variety. You continue to give all of us these gifts of poetry, song, strangeness, art and thoughtful articles. I say "Thanks for the Memories".
Thanks, and my best to you, too.
(You're not sick, are you? Ya got me concern-meter up in the orange...)
Many thanks Gerard. Same back to you, times 1000.
“The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.” - Numbers 6:24-26
Yes, what everyone above has already said. God bless you, and thanks for all that you do.
This has been the theme song of several seasons of the Netflix (and maybe elsewhere) TV show "PARENTHOOD". It's good that a wider audience is hearing it again.
Thank you for the blessing - and with you also Gerard.
Thanks for that, Gerard. It reminds me that my life has been richer for having discovered American Digest when I did.