On a High Note

I didn't want to leave the blog over the evening with a post about guns, and I really don't have any funny in me, so I figured if I couldn't think of anything to say, just let someone else say it:

"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion
may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords
of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every
living heart and hearthstone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the
chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better
angels of our nature."
Abraham Lincoln, First inaugural Address, March 4, 1861.

And a good day to you all.