Speaking of Atticus Finch (as I was yesterday), happy birthday to Harper Lee, born on this day in 1926. Let's make it a national holiday!
What to do in celebration? How about:
Break out the movie and maybe roll each other down the street in a tire. Dress like a ham. Leave carved figures in a carved out knot of an old tree. Shoot a rabid dog. Be a wise parent. Sneak into a courthouse and listen to a shocking case. Ask lots of questions. Listen to the call of a mockingbird
. Sit on the front porch. Or at least read this nice tribute, a Garrison Keillor essay
published in the NY Times a few years ago.
"Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird."