I almost forgot to mention that Lawrence Ferlinghetti celelebrated his 92nd birthday last week. In case this name is new to you (oh, say it isn't so) you can read about him HERE.
I wouldn't be the writer I am today --might not be writing at all-- if it weren't for Mr Ferlinghetti. Like most kids, I'd been exposed to my share of poetry by the time I'd hit highschool; had read all the Mending Walls and other such niceties sent my way; had dutifully studied and dissected them and written mindless reams on what I thought the author was "trying to say."
But none of it really reached me until I opened a copy of A Coney Island Of The Mind one day toward the end of my Junior year.
I'm thankful for a lot of things in my life. I always try to include Mr Ferlinghetti in my prayers, even when I'm just saying Grace. Here's one example.
Thanks again, Mr Ferlinghetti.