Letters: Maya Angelou And Doc Holliday
ROBERT SIEGEL, HOST:
Time now for your letters, and this correction. This week Alan Cheuse reviewed a Western novel for us called "The Last Kind Words Saloon" by Larry McMurtry. The book features the famous gamblers from the old West, Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday.
MELISSA BLOCK, HOST:
Well it turns out, we didn't have our docs in a row. Meaning to say Doc Holliday, instead, Alan said Doc Watson.
(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "DEEP RIVER BLUES)
DOC WATSON: (Singing) Let it rain, let it pour. Let it rain a whole lot more cause, I, got them deep river blues.
BLOCK: That is Doc Watson.
SIEGEL: Earlier this week, we remembered author, performer, and activist Maya Angelou. She died on Wednesday, at the age of 86. Listener Sneha Abraham of Rancho Cucamonga, California, wrote in to tell us what an inspiration Angelou had been to her. Abraham is a writer at Pomona College.
BLOCK: She sent in a poem she composed after hearing of Angelou's passing. We reached Sneha Abraham to have her read it for us. It's called "For Maya."
SNEHA ABRAHAM: Stood like a queen, tall and regal. Spoke like a river. A voice coursing around jutting rocks. Caring words of light and weight, gone to rest. Still you rise, dancing on the sky.
SIEGEL: Well, thanks to everyone who wrote in and please keep sending those letters. Go to NPR.org and click on contact. You'll find that at the very bottom of the page in gray print.
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