Despite being at Robbie Burns celebrations some years surrounded by people in kilts and Scottish accents or having our own private celebration when we could get haggis and read his poems aloud, I forgot the day.
Channel surfing from the warmth of my bed, I came upon a BBC station to see Maya Angelou on a pilgrimage through Robert Burns Country. There were comparisons of her life and his. They were at a pub filled with Scots, singing and reciting his poetry.
What joy.
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