The Digital Conversion box in my head

Gets distracted by errant traffic upstairs.

Keith David: Narrator of all our lives,

pleasantly reciting all our yesterdays, for the right price.

Ken Burns all around. Ubiquitous. Educating Me.

Helping me think American.Now that the sun, having indeed set, I

no longer a true Englishman.Having learned to be a stars and stripes liberal. Now I know all about


The civil war

our national forests

World War Two


Abraham Lincoln

Louis Armstrong

The faces of critics and experts. Their wiseness.

Stanley Crouch’s football head.

The nasal whine of Gary Giddins: (His voice which reminds me of a kid I punched for no reason whatsoever in school one day, because the timbre of his enunciation just irritated me)

Thank you all!I now own the boxed set. The book. The soundtrack. It’s like I know Hank Gates and Simon Schama. Now I can say, sincerely, at cocktail parties, with a straight face, that the two greatest betrayals of the Twentieth Century were The Pact of Steel and Dylan at Newport. Now can we all hold hands

Shake our bling and sing

“This Land is Your Land!!”

IVOR IRWIN is a native of Manchester, England. He is the author of A Peacock or A Crow and has published writing in Sonora Review, The Sun, Playboy, Shankpainter, The Long Story, Actos de Inconsciencia, The Review of Contemporary Fiction and various other journals. He writes a weekly column on Premier League soccer for Global Football Today. He thinks that a kidnapper who quotes Malthus may auger well for future sociopaths!
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