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Postcards From the Road

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Postcards from The Road

Posted on 08.06.2013

Zen Puppy Vol.2

Posted on 08.05.2013

Zen Puppy Vol.1

Posted on 05.17.2013

Induction Speech and Thank You's from Ann and Nancy

Posted on 10.02.2012

Fanatic out today!

Posted on 05.16.2012

more thoughts

Posted on 03.19.2012

March run...thoughts from Motley Sue

Posted on 12.09.2011

Heart News - December 1983 - A Letter from Lou Wilson - to Ann & Nancy and the fans...

Posted on 10.21.2011

Oz blog 3

Posted on 10.17.2011

Motley Sue - New Zealand Blog 2

Posted on 10.16.2011

Our trip down unda ~ Motley Sue's Blog entry 1

Posted on 07.24.2010

Writing Mistral Wind

Posted on 06.01.2010

Dear class of 2010

Posted on 12.05.2008

funny things that Nancy has said....

Posted on 12.05.2008

Cheerful Earful!

Posted on 08.30.2008

Debbie Shair's Q&A's

Posted on 08.13.2008

man is it hot on the road

Posted on 07.29.2008

Week three already?

Posted on 07.21.2008

As promised - here it is :) Ann's new tattoo.

Posted on 07.11.2008

Summer Tour entry one

Posted on 03.12.2008

Greg Upchurch

Posted on 10.26.2007

Happy Halloween!

Posted on 04.18.2007

Last nights Dreamboat Annie Performance

Posted on 12.05.2006

Impact Awards, May 2nd 2003 [ 12/5/2006 ]

Posted on 10.31.2006

Response to Craig Ferguson, and this year's Halloween Party

Posted on 10.20.2006

Helllooooo

Posted on 03.16.2006

A Sad Note

Posted on 12.20.2005

Holiday Greetings

Posted on 12.20.2005

Holiday Greetings- Posted by : The Band

Posted on 10.31.2005

The annual halloween party

Posted on 10.13.2005

Frank Cox's son Chris - sends us a journal ~ he's a volunteer who has been doing animal rescue

Posted on 10.05.2005

Elizabethtown

Posted on 09.13.2005

Hold On

Posted on 08.31.2005

To our Southern Mongers

Posted on 08.31.2005

To Carl ~ Posted by : Mike InezHey

Posted on 07.20.2005

Kentucky Derby 2005 - The Last Bash

Posted on 07.11.2005

Derby Day II

Posted on 07.07.2005

Kentucky Derby day

Posted on 07.05.2005

"Bling Bling" The Derby Part 4

Posted on 06.26.2005

Derby Continued (part 3)

Posted on 06.23.2005

Where do i start... part 2

Posted on 06.23.2005

Where do I start...

Posted on 05.29.2005

Nancy and Cameron go to the pacific northwest to show th film and support independant record stores

Posted on 05.16.2005

Scoring Elizabeth Town

Posted on 04.11.2005

Hey There Mongers!~Posted by : Debbie Shair

Posted on 03.29.2005

Spring has sprung

Posted on 03.29.2005

What have I done... Well...since i left the witness protection program...~Posted by : Craig

Posted on 03.23.2005

Mike Inez - checking in

Posted on 12.31.2004

From My family to yours

Posted on 12.31.2004

Mongers of the world unite!

Posted on 10.06.2004

Hellooo heartmongers!!!

Posted on 06.01.2010

Dear class of 2010

Posted by: Ann Wilson

Dear class of 2010,

On the morning of June 7, 1968 I was a confused kid. I was seventeen, and the day before I had stood with my graduating class at our commencement ceremony at the Seattle Opera House after narrowly achieving graduation with a 2.3 grade average. Life at Sammamish High School had been an academic and social battle for me so I was very happy and relieved in the moment.

We had all then headed off on a tour boat across the Puget Sound to Blake Island for our senior class all-night party. We were wild with freedom and bolstered by a strong sense of oneness and camaraderie not felt before or after. We had danced all night to a live rock band, eaten barbequed salmon, rolled in the grass, smoked and drank, roared with laughter, hugged and kissed and bragged about the outrageous fun the summer and ever-after would hold.  Many were leaving for college in the fall, and we all felt a rare closeness as we crossed the water back to Seattle.

In the morning light our radios were tuned to KJR (the only rock station then) when the music was interrupted by the seriously stunned and heavy voice of the DJ. He said that Robert Kennedy, US attorney General, civil rights champion and brother of the late president John F. Kennedy had been assassinated in L.A. while we had been partying.  He was the third of our beloved young national heroes bent on change to be silenced in our short lives.

The air left our lungs. Everyone was mortally shocked. We were all still assimilating the murder of Martin Luther King Jr. in April of that same year, and JFK himself had been shot when we were in 8th grade. The war in Vietnam raged and escalated. Despite our desperately beautiful young dreams, many of the boys on that very boat would be drafted before the summer was over, and we knew many wouldn't come home. As we chugged along, all fell silent; wide eyes looking into each other with deep, ominous revelation. There was a big, terrifying world out there screaming, full of tragedy, injustice, rage and hatred. We had graduated from high school and thrown our jubilation up to the starry June sky, but the next morning the world was still badly broken. Though they had tried, our parents hadn't been able to fix it. Now it was our turn. It was very confusing.

Until that moment none of us had thought of graduation as anything other than the joyful shout of " Mission Accomplished! "  Hats in the air!  Tears of happiness....Freedom!  Suddenly, in that moment, it was as if a yoke had been lowered onto our young shoulders.  " Fix the world " it seemed to say to us, " It's up to you now. Turn back the doomsday clock, heal the environment, kill hatred between people, make there be enough food, medical care, education and opportunity for everybody!  End war...somehow. Step into the worn and battered shoes our parents walked in. Change everything. Don't screw it up, youngster...congratulations, the world is yours. Now get to work."

Some girls whimpered. Some guys moaned. Everybody grabbed each other and held tight in silence as dawn came up around the Space Needle and a boatload of kids floated toward adulthood on a Seattle pier.

I tell you this story because I know some of you are now feeling  something akin to what we felt that morning so long ago, when another one of our bright dreams was dashed in the face of cruel reality.  Maybe some of you feel a little overwhelmed at thoughts of your place in the future. Maybe you feel cynical about whether it's even worth your energy to try and make change in this narcissistic, dysfunctional world. Some might be thinking, "What's left for my generation?  Joblessness, helplessness and a dying planet!  Endless war threatening to extinguish all hope of a bright future.  Is it possible these days to break free of the vice-like grip of major corporations bent on rape and plunder, while politicians and pundits rave and blunder on...and everything is analyzed, re-analyzed and dissected to no effect on the  24 hour news cycle? "           

Let me tell you something.

You are nothing less than life renewing itself. In you is a brand new chance; a chance to break away from the repetitive old patterns that bind humanity. You are the powerful rebirth of energy, idealism and brainpower. There never has been a generation like you. You are global AND local. You are brilliant AND simple. You are strong and toned intellectually, while having the ability to laugh at yourselves AND everyone else! You Rock (though you would say that in a much more creative way) and you have already gone where previous generations haven't. They never could. You are the freshlit torch by which all standing behind your shoulder can see. Your parents' generation and all those before them sought the truth as they saw it, just as you will seek it now with your clear eyes, strong will and a clean slate.

The world has always been and will always be a work in progress and the problems you inherit are dense and tangled, but don't let cynicism and fear paralyze you or keep you from action. It is up to every generation to put its mark on the skin of society.  Let yours be a beautiful, colorful, healing and honest mark. An aggressive mark!  Try new things.  Try everything. Try your best, and if that doesn't work, go at it from another, different best angle and try again. Talk to people. Try to understand them. Help them to understand you.  Keep at it and find a way to work together so a new bridge can be built to another future yet undreamed of by anyone!  Learn from history, but make it up as you go along. Break rules and make better ones!  Dare to believe in Love...it could happen in your time, and if you can conceive of Peace, and are willing to work for it, then that is possible too. Your ideas and dreams are wonderful, and they are your tools for changing the world, so be uncompromising about them. This is your wave to ride, so ride it all the way up the beach and if you fall and are tossed and turned underwater, swim with all your might to the surface, grab a deep breath,  and jump on again. 

Enjoy the ride!

Take it from one who scraped by with a 2.3 and has gone on to a deeply interesting and exciting life; anything is possible. Aim high!  Listen to your inner voice and don't take no for an answer.  Above all...be yourself.  Do these things and the world WILL be a better place...one soul at a time.

I wish each and every one of you my congratulations on getting here.  Now go out and get 'em. The whole amazing world is waiting!

 

Good Luck!!

 

Ann Wilson

 

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