agita was brutal, I couldn't stay still, so, rather than toss/turn & keep the FodGuy from getting rest, I got up .................... spent a few hours on the computer, then turned on the boobtube; wouldn't you know, I missed the first hour or so of Finian's Rainbow - missed Sharon's cursing of the Senator & turning him black {one of the funniest scenes in movies EVER} - but I turned to it anyway - I originally saw it when it first hit theaters, back in '68 {I've always loved the opening, where they're wandering all over this beautiful country too many tend to take for granted}.
It's now over 10 years since my Dad died; like Finian McLonergan, the Major was something of a dreamer and a romantic - also like Finian, he had his moments of ...................... not thinking things through sensibly. But, I always KNEW he loved me - he might not have shown it in a way I appreciated at the time, but he was there for me. At the end of the movie today, I was crying like a baby - because, you see, like Finian, it seemed my Dad waited until I was married, to someone he'd met years earlier, when I was active duty, to let go - we were married 27 November 1999 - my Dad died 9 December 1999. Watching Finian take his leave of his Sharon, after her wedding, and wandering over the hills, I just missed my Dad so much today ............................
On the day I was born,
Said my father, said he.
I've an an elegant legacy
Waitin' for ye,
'Tis a rhyme for your lips
And a song for your heart,
To sing it whenever
The world falls apart.
Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow it over the hill
And the stream.
Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.
'Twas a sumptuous gift
To bequeath to a child.
Oh the lore of that song
Kept her feet runnin' wild.
For you never grow old
And you never stand still,
With whippoorwills singin'
Beyond the next hill.
Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow it over the hill
And the stream.
Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.
So I bundled my heart
And I roamed the world free
To the east with the lark
To the west with the sea
And I searched all the earth
And I scanned all the skies
And I found it at last
In my own true love's eyes.
Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow it over the hill
And the stream.
Look, look
Look to the rainbow.
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow
Who follows a dream.
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Back in October, 2001 ......................................
Peggy Noonan wrote one of the most roll-up-your-sleeves-&-get-it-done columns, regarding the men who handled the aftermath of 9/11, in Welcome Back, Duke - it's one of my favorite news columns of all times; via Bayou Renaissance Man {even though he's no longer ON the bayou ;-) }, he points us to North's blog, and the post The Passionate Carnivore. I'm thinking North is providing the men's perspective, in many fewer words than Ms. Noonan, but they're both proving the same point - thank GOD for manly men! ;-)
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