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We've been dreaming in bi-cultural cupcakes and munching on Transatlantic flags. I've been humming one of my favourite American tunes.
As the founding mama of this great modest house, I have been stubbornly clinging to the self-evident truth that all humans are created equal and endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights.
The right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
The right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Be they young or old. Unlucky or lucky in the lottery of life.
Woody Guthrie, one of my favourite patriots, says it best.
The Dust Bowl Troubadour spent his strange and fascinating life showing fascists what hillbillies can do. This July marks the centenary of his birth.
The timing is fitting: where their parents had job and housing opportunities, young people now have ample time to cultivate their folk music skills in the great outdoors. Fortunately, a folk music kit is pretty cheap and folds up easily for storage in a leaky bedsit, or under a park bench.
Happy birthday Woody - you are still the man for your time and place.
Happy birthday Woody - you are still the man for your time and place.
