Monday, October 03, 2005

Playwright August Wilson dead of cancer at age 60

"Now, I used to travel all up and down this road and that…. Searching. Just like you, Mr. Loomis…. Then one day my daddy gave me a song. That song had a weight to it that was hard to handle…. I fought against it…. I tried to find my daddy to give him back the song. But I found out it wasn't his song. It was my song. It had come from way deep inside me. I was making it up out of myself. And that song helped me on the road. Made it smooth to where my footsteps didn't bite back at me."


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