Indigo Insights

Saturday, November 15, 2003
In the good days of Whitney Houston she had a hit song called "Greatest Love of All". It is a quite beautiful song with very moving lyrics: such as:

I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

I thought of this song today when I read Glenn's "There Is No Black America". Glenn is a young generation black man who, when he's serious, has much wisdom to impart. I wanted to paste part or all of "There Is No Black America" here, but Glenn is also a computer wizard and apparently locked out C&Ping. This is all I could get: Yes, I realize that BET is Black Entertainment Television, but all black people don't like rap. All black people don't like jazz. Some black people don't like the fact that BET shows more commercials then actual content, or maybe that's just me.

Please take a minute to visit his site here and read the entire November 14 lead piece.


Tobacco Road Fogey gives a link to the blogging mother of a soldier in Iraq. Wish she had told who the politician was. Read her letter at A Soldier's Mother.

According to Gone South, the most complete blogroll of Iraqi bloggers is at Healing Iraq. I checked and Janis is right.

MAIL BOX - Don, Virginia

Three Southerners and three Yankees are traveling by train to the Super Bowl.

At the station, the three Yankees each buy a ticket and watch as the three Southerners buy just one ticket.

"How are the three of you going to travel on only one ticket?" Asks one of the Yankees.

"Watch and learn!" answers one of the men from the South.

They all board the train.

The three Yankee men take their respective seats but all three Southerners cram into a toilet together and close the door.

Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the toilet door and says, "Ticket please."

The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with the ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.

The Yankees see this happen and agree it was quite a clever idea, so after the game, they decide to do the same thing on the return trip and save some money.

When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for the return trip but see, to their astonishment, that the three Southerners don't buy any ticket at all.

"How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed Yankee.

"Watch and learn!" answers a man from the South.

When they board the train the three Yankees cram themselves into a toilet and the three Southerners cram into another toilet just down the way.

Shortly after the train is on its way, one of the Southerners leaves their toilet and walks over to the toilet in which the Yankees are hiding.

The Southerner knocks on their door and says, "Ticket please"...

I'm still trying to figure out how the South lost that war!