Four and Twenty Blackbirds

Evening, friends.

What up?

Here in the NYC area, we just got pounded by nearly a foot of snow. So, I’m thinking it’s about time we all closed our eyes, blocked out the snow-covered roads (or whatever not-so-fun meteorological equivalent you may be experiencing at the present time), ignored our runny noses and our achingly cold fingers, and forced ourselves to imagine the perfect late-spring day. Yeah, some future day in May when the sun on your face feels like some kind of magical elixir. (And all I ask of you guys is to picture that day in your mind. Just remember our pal, Robert Pirsig; I know he’d have a postcard of a day already picked out.)

As for today and the number “4,” as per the subject line above, you ever wonder about that particular nursery rhyme involving blackbirds?

I mean who has time to sing a song of sixpence, let alone take time out to bake a pie that has birds in it??

Here, check out the following:

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing—
Wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the king?

The rest of the nursery rhyme goes on to talk about those others lurking about the castle, the queen, the maid, etc.  And the story inevitably harkens back to the king and whether or not he’s down for eating those baked birds – especially since they’re all still alive enough to be singing.

I guess my advice would be to generally take nursery rhymes with a grain of salt, but that’s just me.

And hey, lucky for all of us, we’re really almost to the goal; we’ve got more important things to think about, right?

You guys hang tough, and find your respective smiles in all the good things
that lie ahead. Believe it, and it will be.

Man, I hope so.

“Life is like a game.  You can play it safe and be good, or you can take a chance and
be great.”
– J.H. Conway

PS As for finding a hearty meal – maybe even one fit for a king – check out the following:



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