May 29th, 2004

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An Historic Day

Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for me to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for me to carry me home


So, today I made the historic decision to try boxers rather than briefs.  I'd been wearing briefs of one type of another since I was a child - that's basically where all kids (boys anyways) get their start, I think.  I had just never switched off to boxers as so many guys do; I think as much out of stubbornness as anything else.  Boxers?  Boxers?!  We don't need no steekin' boxers!

So, I've decided to give them a shot.  We'll see what happens.  All my life I've been used to the comforting confines of briefs - no matter what the shape, they tend to hold you snugly - but maybe it's time for a change.  In the immortal words of Benjamin Franklin, "They who would give up an essential liberty for temporary security, deserve neither liberty or security."

Maybe it's time to try a new way, to try for freedom, unbound, to let my people go!  (Ok, ok, person, not people.)

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And this will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning, "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.  Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"  And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring -- from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring -- from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring -- from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring -- from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

But not only that.

Let freedom ring -- from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring -- from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring -- from every hill and molehill of Mississippi, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual,

"Free at last, free at last.  Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."


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I leave you with this parting note, originally written for the funeral of Ronnie Van Zant (of Lynyrd Skynyrd):

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.

-- Charlie Daniels

Thank you.
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