If i can win gold medals. If i can sign my life away. Aint no language. This is my country too. I believe in free dom and diversity, need to get the hell out. [applause] i have one more performer. Can you believe that . I am so excited. He is a very kind man to be here. Hes a total icon. Tales of the city. His book that was made do a city. Hes here on his book tour. Thank you very much. Well, i would not have missed this evening for anything. You and i both know these things can be boring. Not tonight. I like to read, since im back home from a tour. I would like to read the chapter that my editor wanted me to remove. I have to set it up for you. Michael toliver is 55 years old. They have gone to florida because his mother has died. And they have been out to the rest home, to the bear bar in orlando. They meet a black bear, that is a husky africanamerican guy and the guy basically propositions them. Proposes a three way. They decided he seems like a great guy. They tell him about their
Poorist way wave you. To the red flag. I put my mount to your misery new orleans. Here, war lies piles so high. This floating prison of a cementary cries of range. This delta lies on its side. Rows and rows upon its own government and crushed. Summertime is over and the living is dead. And around midnight all hopes are looted. No one will ever come clean of the katrina of the new orleans and the stinking house of the setting sun. But its the black and the blue of the loving on the shoes, let alone a dime or water, america, you are always scotched earth in our mouth. Always a rain of disaster of streams of our broken eyes. Now the rags are the most turn. Our pores the poorest that can be worn in the souls shop. Now that all is lost and there is only nothing to lose. Long live the courage and the poor. They begin to waiver. [applause]. Vennetia. I was enranged at your body enettia. Chicanery that cried out of an awfulor gast. Slowly i found you should side streets where you practice a st
This place to visit their distant cousins. They knew exactly where it was. I was thinking that was a year after my Irish American family came here. Why dont my Irish American family know this information. I want to try to find out what it is. I didnt know at that time what i was undertaking. I heard it said with Irish American its not genealogy its archaeology. I found out about that later. Its exciting to hear the nuts and bolts experience of discovery. And at the same time i know i heard from both of you that a very spiritual and unmeasurable experience happens of people come alive in the histories of your familys lives. I was wondering if you could bring alive for the audience the individuals or characters of your familys history and also if you can both reflect on this point that daniels making of the importance in going to the lands and seeing what is there. What that experience was like for you personally. I thought i would read a bit at this point. I think this is a good point f
tears over borrowed good as well. and future is dust and smothering. the war i rock is a masked, sad gem stone of war kings and people. and fear must without heaven, over a toga pot. that s import that war boil. that s bile that gag or jail roomy and oath and the war is cocked. air and fuel the plague and watch him of his hunter of ash guard down the stinking hole. they were shacked up from to be done. [applause]. this house of hunger, for the american kids who go to sleep each night without supper. this house of hunger has millions of kids in it. breakfast and lunch is all their worth. famished of billions of bucks in them. what pretty prophets have set before king s death. they stink with the stench of unmitigated treaty. their indifference included in their digital speeds. while those kids lie in bed without a cup of bullion in their head. also kill the children, american you shootful. and the murders you plant in your own backyard. keep insisting your democracy. but i
gem stone of war kings and people. and fear must without heaven, over a toga pot. that s import that war boil. that s bile that gag or jail roomy and oath and the war is cocked. air and fuel the plague and watch him of his hunter of ash guard down the stinking hole. they were shacked up from to be done. [applause]. this house of hunger, for the american kids who go to sleep each night without supper. this house of hunger has millions of kids in it. breakfast and lunch is all their worth. famished of billions of bucks in them. what pretty prophets have set before king s death. they stink with the stench of unmitigated treaty. their indifference included in their digital speeds. while those kids lie in bed without a cup of bullion in their head. also kill the children, american you shootful. and the murders you plant in your own backyard. keep insisting your democracy. but in the starving darkness, those sad, lost eyes know the truths of your lies that you sold all the marb