When I decided upon this dedication in my novel, Dusty Waters, it was around the time of the Democratic Convention, and that old rabble rouser, Teddy Kennedy, did us proud, roaring onto the stage in spite of his illness that we knew by then would eventually rob our country of the last of the Kennedy boys. He lived a long life like a cat with nine lives. The beauty of the man was that he wasn't perfect, and he acknowledged that...the best part, he served our country with a conscience and dedication...he might not have been right all the time...but you can't crap on the guy for trying...at least he learned how to compromise...to agree to disagree, and reach out for common ground.
Yes, this dedication fit the spirit of the folksinger in my novel...it fit the spirit of a time...the spirit of a generation...the spirit of our nation...and the spirit of a man who inspired us to keep fighting the good fight.
Here's to the spirit...the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.
2 comments:
And so an era ends.
Beautifully written. Our world changes once more!
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