Providing a bully pulpit, a perch, a roof, a soap box for fiddlers, Quakers, Seekers, roosters, malcontents, true radicals, free thinkers or anyone with a beating heart and a working mind.
In the spirit of Thoreau's chanticleer.
"I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up."
Monday, May 8, 2017
100 REFLECTIONS: The Sages of Concord #31
Mourning Doves
"What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love?"
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