My buddy, Mad Max, shared some thoughts with me recently about kids and tragedy. Actually, he shared it with his friends on Facebook.
Mad Max is one of the people on Facebook that I knew before Facebook. He’s a good guy, and just a little mad — in most every meaning of the word — at times.
Anyway, he said I could post it on my blog, so I did. If you’re interested, here’s the link.
What about you? What’s on your mind? Got something you’d like to share. It’s Monday Night Open Thread.
Who wants to start?
Here’s a little something for a Monday night………………
https://bpicampus.com/2018/01/11/hal900-amazon-alexa/comment-page-1/
Marian Anderson, one of the great altos ever, was born February 27, 1897, in Philadelphia. In 1939, the Daughters of the American Revolution proved that they weren’t worthy of that name when they refused her permission to sing to a racially-integrated audience in DAR Constitution Hall in Washington, DC (Ms. Anderson was black). To their credit, Eleanor and Franklin Roosevelt arranged for her to give an open-air performance on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial on Easter Sunday of that year.
Oddly these days she would probably refuse to sing because the audience was racially integrated.