“I never thought we'd ever have a black president. President Obama has done such a tremendous job He just has been unable to get what he needs to be moved at the level it should be moved.” NeedsShouldHas BeensDoneJobsBlackPresidentLevelsMovedPresident Obama Author:Hank Aaron
“Sure, this country has a black president, but when you look at a black president, President Obama is left with his foot stuck in the mud from all of the Republicans with the way he's treated. We have moved in the right direction, and there have been improvements, but we still have a long ways to go in the country.” WayLooksLongHas BeensStillsCountryLeftBlackPresidentFeetRepublicanMovedImprovementStuckTreatedPresident ObamaMudLong WayRight DirectionLong Way To Go Author:Hank Aaron
“A bizarrerie of fires, cunabulum of light, it moved with a deft, almost dainty deliberation, phasing into and out of existence like a storm-shot piece of evening; or perhaps the darkness between the flares was more akin to its truest nature swirl of black ashes assembled in prancing cadence to the lowing note of desert wind down the arroyo behind buildings as empty yet filled as the pages of unread books or stillnesses between the notes of a song.” BookLightSongBlackBehindsExistenceDarknessFirePiecesBuildingWindPagesShotsEmptyMovedFilledNotesStormEveningDesertStillnessAshesTruestDeliberationCadenceFlareSwirlsDaintyUnread BooksPrancing Book:Frost and Fire Source: Frost and Fire
“I hold my time with the Black Crowes with the utmost respect and sincerest appreciation. It is a huge swath of my life’s body of work. I couldn’t be more proud of what we accomplished and deeply moved by the relationships people created and maintained with my music. That alone is the greatest honor of being a musician.” PeopleLifeBodyBlackMusicHugeProudHonorMusicianMovedAppreciationMy TimeAccomplished Author:Rich Robinson
“He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light winked in the swells. The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.” MenSoulLightPastStarsBlackDarkKnowingSeaRocksHorseTownsDown AndMovedRosePassingPassingsShipsGrassSaltDrowningWhalesPassing ThroughSeamlessFerryColts Author:Cormac McCarthy