I like to rise when the sun she rises,
early in the morning
And I like to hear them small birds singing,
Merrily upon their layland
And hurrah for the life of a country boy,
And to ramble in the new mowed hay.
To fallen soldiers let us sing, Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing, Our broken brothers let us bring To the Mansions of the Lord. No more…
Went to the panel "Boston as Setting" kind of disappointed, there were no Bostonians on the panel. Plenty of people who had moved here for college…
I lost the game.