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I saw
if you could come.
No, I can't, Johnny.
Mama won't even let me ride to you, let alone see you.
Well, you're not gonna stop.
No, I'll never.
It's awful not seeing you.
It's that way with me, too, Johnny.
Yeah, I know.
They sure deserve each other.
You know, Johnny, when I think about it, I actually get sick.
I mean, actually sick to my stomach.
Gee, it's lonely here, Molly.
Look, are you going back to Buffalo for Christmas?
Yes.
All right, listen.
You know, Dad would never know if I took a day more to get to Pine Island on route home.
Could I come up to Buffalo and meet you?
No, Johnny.
Mama'd never let me see you.
She hates you.
She'd call the police or worse.
Well, she isn't there someplace.
I mean, it seems like almost a year
since we... Yes.
There's this big Episcopal church near the station.
It has a big, old cross in front.
And it's even dark inside, so no one would see us.
All right, I'll be there December 21st 9 a.m.
I Don't have $2 operator could 50 cents give us any longer
by Johnny all right
D
will be
Who taught you to kiss so perfectly?
A boy at Buffalo High School.
I wasn't supposed to tell you that.
Tell me what?
Mother says that Pine Island girls all go to finishing schools.
Not plain old high schools.
But I loved going
there.
Was this boy who taught you your study?
No, he was president of the student body.
I was only a sophomore at the time.
We used to go up on the roof.
On the roof?
It was one of those flat kinds that had a stairway leading up to it.
She got hot up there.
In the daytime, you
mean?
During my lunch hours.
And you'll discover such fabulous things Don't be afraid to give your heart away Once in your love then kisses for a rainy day Live young, when all your dreams are so shiny and new Let loose, do all the swinging things
You wanna do Climb up love's ladder To the highest run Take that magic carpet ride Live young And if someone like me should Want to take you kissing Let yourself go And you'll find out What you've been missing Live young
Life can be Live young The world's a wonderland Share it with me Let's start tonight And make a memory You and me Let's dream young Love young Live young
Bennett.
September
Someone else will see the dust The eye of the beholder Will perceive what it's allowed Someone's eye will see the people Someone else will see the crowd
that its image is reflected in the mirrors of the mind.
And the eye that's growing older seeks to find identity in reflections of reflections, which of them is really me?
Which of them is really me?
Which of them
Someone's eye will see the forest
Witch of...
United States of America was born in 1776, but it was conceived 169 years before that.
The earliest settlers had watered the new world with much sweat.
They had built substantial holdings for themselves, for their families.
And when the time came to separate themselves from a tyranny and ocean away, at best it meant starting all over again after the ravages of war.
Researching what you're about to hear.
gave a whole new dimension to my reverence for our nation's first citizens.
All others of the world's revolutions before and since were initiated by men who had nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Our founders had everything to lose and nothing to gain except one thing.
I'm Paul Harvey.
You remember the cherry tree fiction, a long time after you have forgotten the more earth-shaking history-making episodes in the life of George Washington.
You have misplaced in your memory the details of Ben Franklin's statesmanship, but you remember his flying a kite.
Joyce Kilmer was a great military hero.
But the only thing you personally recall about him is his poetic tribute to trees.
Maybe of this current decade that which will be remembered best will not be its wars and its moon rockets or its crumbling Frontiers or the giants who lived and died maybe all that'll survive to linger in the day-by-day vocabulary of generations yet unborn may be the The songs of a Memphis minstrel or the reincarnation of electric automobiles But for any eve of the 4th of July
I, Paul Harvey, do herewith bequeath unto you something to remember.
You may not be able to quote one line from the Declaration of Independence at this moment.
Henceforth, you'll always be able to quote at least one line.
It's in the last paragraph where you will recall when I remind you it says, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.
In the Pennsylvania State House that's now called Independence Hall in Philadelphia,
The best men from each of the colonies sat down together.
This was a very fortunate hour in our nation's history.
One of those rare occasions in the lives of men when we had greatness to spare.
These were men of means.
Well educated, 24 were lawyers and jurists.
Nine were farmers, owners of large plantations.
On June 11, a committee sat down to draw up a declaration of independence.
We were going to tell the British Fatherland, no more rule by redcoats.
Below the dam, a ruthless foreign rule, a stream of freedom was running shallow and muddy.
And we were going to light a fuse to dynamite that dam.
This pact, as Burke later put it, was a partnership between the living and the dead and the yet unborn.
There was no bigotry.
There was no demagoguery in this group.
all had shared hardships.
Jefferson finished a draft of the document in 17 days.
Congress adopted it in July in so much as familiar history, but now King George III had denounced all rebels in America as traitors, punishment for treason was hanging.
The names now so familiar to you from the several signatures on that Declaration of Independence, the names were kept secret for six
months for each knew the full meaning of that magnificent last paragraph in which his signature pledged his life, his fortune, and his sacred honor.
Fifty-six men placed their names beneath that pledge.
Fifty-six men knew when they signed that they were risking everything.
They knew if they won this fight, the best they could expect would be years of hardship in a struggling nation.
And if they lost, they'd face a hangman's rope.
I have come to the conclusion that one useless man is called a disgrace, that two are called a law firm, and that three or more become a Congress.
And by God, I have had this Congress.
For 10 years, King George and his parliament have gull, cullied, and diddle these colonies with their illegal taxes, stamp-backs, towns and acts.
sugar acts, tea acts.
And when we dead stand up like men, they have stopped our trade, seized our ships, blockaded our ports, burned our towns and spilled our blood.
And still, this Congress refuses to grant any of my proposals on independence, even so much as the courtesy of open debate.
I'll forget the window.
consider yourselves fortunate that you have John Adams to abuse for no sane man would
it.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, wealthy planter, trader, saw his ships swept from the seas to pay his debts.
He lost his home and all of his properties and died in rags.
Thomas Lynch Jr., who signed that pledge, was a third-generation rice grower, aristocrat, large plantation owner.
After he signed, his health failed.
His wife and he set out for France to regain his failing health.
Their ship never got to France, was never heard from again.
Thomas McKean of Delaware was so harassed by the enemy that he was forced to move his family five times in five months.
He served in Congress without pay, his family in poverty and in hiding.
Vandals looted the properties of Ellery and Clymer and Hall and Gwinnett and Walton and Hayward and Rutledge and Middleton.
Thomas Nelson Jr.
of Virginia raised two million dollars on his own signature to provision our allies, the French fleet.
After the war, he personally paid back the loans, wiped out his entire estate, and he was never reimbursed by his government.
In the final battle for Yorktown, he, Nelson, urged General Washington to fire on his Nelson's own home, which was occupied by Cornwallis.
It was destroyed.
Thomas Nelson Jr.
had pledged his life, his fortune, and his sacred honor.
The Hessians seized the home of Francis Hopkinson of New Jersey.
Francis Lewis had his home and everything destroyed.
His wife imprisoned.
She died within a few months.
Richard Stockton, who signed that declaration, was captured, mistreated.
His health broken to the extent that he died at 51.
His estate was pillaged.
Thomas Hayward Jr.
was captured when Charleston fell.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside while she was dying.
Their 13 children fled in old directions for their lives.
His fields and grist mill were laid waste.
For more than a year, he lived in forests and caves and returned home after the war to find his wife dead, his children gone, his properties gone.
And he died a few weeks later of exhaustion and a broken heart.
Lewis Morris saw his land destroyed, his family scattered.
Philip Livingston died within a few months from the hardships of the war.
John Hancock, history remembers best due to a quirk of fate rather than anything he stood for, that great sweeping signature attesting to his vanity, towers over the others, one of the wealthiest men in New England.
And yet he stood outside Boston one terrible night of the war.
And he said, Burn Boston.
Though it makes John Hancock a beggar if the public good requires it.
So he too lived up to the pledge.
Of the 56 few were long to survive.
Five were captured by the British and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes from Rhode Island to Charleston, sacked, looted, occupied by the enemy or burned.
Two lost their sons.
In the army, one had two sons captured, nine of the 56 died in the war from its hardships or from its more merciful bullets.
I don't know what impression you had had of the men who met that summer in Philadelphia.
But I think it's important that we remember this about them.
They were not poor men.
They were not wild-eyed pirates.
These were men of means.
They were rich men, most of them, and had enjoyed much ease and luxury in their personal living.
Not hungry men, certainly not terrorists, not irresponsible, malcontents, not fanatical incendiaries.
These men were prosperous men, wealthy landowners.
They were substantially secure in their prosperity.
They had everything to lose.
But they considered liberty, and this is as much as I shall say of it.
They had learned that liberty is so much more important than security, that they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor, and they fulfilled their pledge.
They paid the price, and freedom was born.
G Washington
Uh, Johnny and I need some advice.
It's mine to give.
It's yours, you know that.
Thank you, Richard.
Thank you.
As you know, the cause that we support has come to a complete standstill.
Now, why do you suppose that is?
Simple.
Johnny hears obnoxious and disliked.
That's true.
Now, what's the solution, I wonder?
Get somebody else in Congress to propose.
Oh, Richard, that's brilliant.
Wasn't that brilliant, John?
Brilliant.
Yes.
Now, the question remains, who can it be?
The man that we need must belong to a delegation
publicly committed to support independence.
And at the present time, only in Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Delaware, declared our way.
Virginia.
Don't forget Virginia, Bench.
Oh, Richard, I haven't.
How could I?
But, certainly speaking, while Virginia's here as well.
I can hear the echo of a thousand ringing bells.
I can smell the cannons.
And hear the people's yells.
Long live George Washington, their ghostly voices say.
And I still feel his spirit to this very day.
And I can see a young boy growin' straight and tall.
And as I watch him huntin' right, I've no doubt at all.
It won't be long till peace will roam and then we'll come the day He'll become the president of the USA Blundly George Washington I hear the people say He's the first and greatest president of the USA I see him fighting engines upon his great white horse
I feel the loneliness he felt while steering history's course He was first in war and first in peace and he was first again In the hearts of everyone of his countrymen Long live George Washington, I hear the people say He's the first and greatest president of the USA
Well, in those days at Valley Forge he held his men in hand, then crossed the Delaware and there in Trenton freed this land.
He's the father of our country and to this very day.
He's the first and greatest president of the USA.
Long live George Washington, I hear the people say.
He's the first and greatest president.
of the USA Long live George Washington, I hear the people say He's the first and greatest president of the USA He's the first and greatest president
of the USA
and history records that fateful year and the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
All right, there's a signal.
Get on the horse, Levine.
That's Revere.
Revere, Levine, just so you ride a horse good.
Now, get going.
All right.
One rider, one sleeping town, one mission, but that legendary night was about more than just one man.
Dr. Warren received word the British were marching northwest to Lexington to capture Sam Adams and Hancock and push through to Concord to destroy the stockpile of Patreon munitions.
They would snuff out a rebellion before it could spark.
A revolution.
Someone needed to get there first to warn them.
So, they sent for me.
To the most folks in Boston, I was a silversmith.
But to the sons of Liberty, I was their choreographer.
One with enough experience to ride swiftly, and evade the dangers that lie ahead.
But to be safe, Dr. Warren called upon Mr. Dawes to take a longer, much safer route through Boston Neck.
If one of us was stopped, the other had to get through.
The code was simple.
One lantern if they marched out by land.
Two if they crossed the river by sea.
The signal, undetected by the British soldiers, but clear to those who needed it.
That night, the moon shone bright enough to illuminate the dangers hiding in the shadows.
That was a highway.
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below They buried me in that great hill that knows no sound But I'm still around I'll
I listen to my children and you all shall hear the story of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
Said to his body when they start to march.
After that l-
The laws of the present collide with the crimes of tomorrow.
Controlling these vast outlands is a new breed of lawman.
Guarding the fringes of society's frontiers, they are known simply as highwaymen.
And this is their story.
sailor.
I was born upon the tide.
And with the sea I did abide.
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