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Happy Birthday

...to Harper Lee, author of my favorite American novel, To Kill A Mockingbird. I have always wondered why Lee never wrote another novel, but I am certainly glad she wrote this masterpiece of southern living.

There are so many scenes I could point to as brilliant in this novel, I don't know where to begin. I will simply point to the lives of Scout (ahem--me), and Jem in rural Alabama during turbulent and changing times.

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Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Oh indeed, Robyn, a truly wonderful, captivating story. Perhaps there was only one fantastic yarn inside her, for which we are grateful.

Bit of a scary pic of her though, up that close. Brr.
11:52 AM
dive said…
Hey, Scout. Thanks for reminding me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS. LEE!
And you were so much cuter than the Scout in the movie.
One of my all time favourite books.
4:20 PM
Anonymous said…
woo hoo harper!

nice car. sounds smarter than me.

there's a gold medal hanging on my wall...
7:01 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
hey Robyn that scout character does look like you or you look like her etc.
8:22 AM
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