February 12, 2017

Dear Reader,

Thank you for being here. For today, and for all days, this is my wish for you.

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 12, 2017 12:18 AM
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Much thanks

Posted by: Dan Patterson at February 12, 2017 3:04 AM

Thanks.

Back at'cha!! 😉

Posted by: leelu at February 12, 2017 6:33 AM

Thank you, Gerard.

This song by Dylan should be and is a benediction.

Posted by: Denny at February 12, 2017 6:33 AM

I have been "conservative" for about 65 years now. It started with the Eisenhower/Stevenson election in 1952. My first vote was cast for Barry Goldwater. I've never had any doubts about my convictions about who made the most sense.

But there was one thing that puzzled me. I thought Bob Dylan was magic from the very first album. How could I be so enthralled by a guy the Liberals claimed as their own?

Well, he had them bamfoozled from the start. Bob has become much more influential in the last few years, in large part because because he does make so much sense. Now his voice is being brought to us by sites like American Digest and other talented voices on the sensible right.

Gerard, thank you and you can bring Bob to us as often as please.

Posted by: Roy Lofquist at February 12, 2017 7:16 AM

Amen, brothers. Amen.

Posted by: Everyman at February 12, 2017 7:35 AM

Love you, Gerard.

Posted by: Leslie at February 12, 2017 7:49 AM

If you examine his actions and comments upon winning the Nobel, he is a closet conservative with a profound distaste for authority - suits me to a tee.

Posted by: Pete Dewey at February 12, 2017 8:28 AM

Blessings back at ya!

Posted by: Casey Klahn at February 12, 2017 9:05 AM

You da' best, Gerard.

JWM

Posted by: jwm at February 12, 2017 9:07 AM

This, Gerard. Thanks for all the thoughts over the years.

I'll be celebrating another birthday soon, but today I'm as young as I'll ever be. I look back and reflect that I was so much older then, but I'm younger than that now...

He does have a way with words.

Posted by: mezzrow at February 12, 2017 9:54 AM

Amen and also to you.

Posted by: Mary*Ann at February 12, 2017 10:40 AM

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.

Posted by: twolaneflash at February 12, 2017 11:14 AM

Re Dylan's politics, he said...
"I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is,
without prior rules about what it should be."

Posted by: Ga Gator at February 12, 2017 1:07 PM

Thank you Gerard. And may you enjoy the same!

Posted by: Eskyman at February 12, 2017 1:41 PM

THE REMEMBERED PAST

Time is an illusion, but the past is not, for the calendar doesn’t lie. For me, the remembered past will always be neither better nor worse, but simply the timeless present.

As children do, I once beheld the distant stars
Aflame on moonless nights like glinting shields
Converting the black sky to massed and shining fields
Of stern and gilded warriors on guard
Much later I discovered that this was not so
That stars were simply fires lit by God
To show the way to mariners who slowly plod
The vast and empty sea of my back yard

I navigated ageing just by being there
And soon I found that I had finished school
I found her working in a small firm steno pool
But soon enough reality took hold
A family depended on my working hard
And so I did, as so did all of you
The stars of moonless nights a dark and faded view
The warriors on guard now dim and cold

For time is an illusion, but the stars can wait
They wait till we are home, our journey paid
When once again we see the star-bright fire laid
Upon the deep black distant marbled sky
More brilliant than a thousand fiercely burning suns
That shines upon the sea of my backyard
Where now it’s I who stands at ease on solemn guard
Where mariners and gilded soldiers lie

So silent and so peaceful that they seem asleep
In serried ranks beneath the dreaming past
Where present aimless dreaming flights must be recast
Into the fresh dreamed dreams of yesterday
To be remembered far into the distant time
Where mariners and gilded soldiers take
The wonders hardly wondered till they rise and wake
Remembered pasts where gilded soldiers play

Posted by: Walt Erickson at February 12, 2017 1:46 PM

If you were a girl, I'd KISS ya!
Keep up the great work!
(...and stay a guy...)
Life's too short to be *too* serious!

Posted by: Kauf Buch at February 12, 2017 2:14 PM

Numbers 6:24-26

24 The Lord bless thee, and keep thee:

25 The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:

26 The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.

Posted by: Christian LeBlanc at February 12, 2017 3:45 PM

Thank you, Gerard. I come here daily for an enlightening dose of variety. You continue to give all of us these gifts of poetry, song, strangeness, art and thoughtful articles. I say "Thanks for the Memories".

Posted by: Graceia at February 12, 2017 5:53 PM

Thanks, and my best to you, too.
(You're not sick, are you? Ya got me concern-meter up in the orange...)

Posted by: OldFert at February 12, 2017 6:28 PM

Many thanks Gerard. Same back to you, times 1000.

“The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.” - Numbers 6:24-26

Posted by: Jeff Brokaw at February 12, 2017 8:12 PM

Yes, what everyone above has already said. God bless you, and thanks for all that you do.

Posted by: Julie at February 13, 2017 5:56 AM

Sweet.

This has been the theme song of several seasons of the Netflix (and maybe elsewhere) TV show "PARENTHOOD". It's good that a wider audience is hearing it again.

Thank you for the blessing - and with you also Gerard.

Posted by: DeAnn at February 13, 2017 7:12 AM

Thanks for that, Gerard. It reminds me that my life has been richer for having discovered American Digest when I did.

Posted by: pfsm at February 13, 2017 10:12 AM

I like Gerard

Posted by: bgarrett at February 13, 2017 5:18 PM
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