"No man ever went broke overestimating the ignorance of the American public." ~ Happy birthday, P. T. Barnum

 The river sleeps beneath the sky,

And clasps the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
And in the lately radiant west
The gold is fading into gray.
Now stills the lark his festive lay,
And mourns with me the dying day.
-Paul Lawrence Dunbar