Just about the whole Black Flag/Henry Rollins catalog references this but Rise Above is one of the better representations:

Jealous cowards try to control
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
They distort what we say
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Try and stop what we do
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
When they can't do it themselves
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, it's no use

Society's arms of control
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Think they're smart, can't think for themselves
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Laugh at us behind our backs
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
I find satisfaction in what they lack
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, but it's no use

We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, it's no use

We're born with a chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
I am gonna have my chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We are born with a chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
And I am gonna have my chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, it's no use

Rise above
Rise above
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
We're gonna rise above
We're gonna rise above

Sent by Bill | 7:47 PM ET | 07-03-2008

Darkness On The Edge of Town is filled with these. My favorite is the epic last verse of The Promised Land.

There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost andbrokenhearted

Sent by Rick | 9:26 PM ET | 07-03-2008

"AOL can go and tank tomorrow.
I don't care.
I prefer the Indie artists
everywhere."
Corporate art can go and tank tomorrow
It's no big deal
I prefer the Indie artists
they're more real"
(From, "AOL Can Go and Tank Tomorrow"

Sent by Tom Hendricks | 9:35 PM ET | 07-03-2008

My 5XGreat Grandfather was either John W Quinney or John P Quinney (still doing research to try finding which)both were Mohican's in the 1800's
anyway
John W Quinney was the first Native American to give a 4th of July Address and If im remembering right? HE may have coined the term "Native American" in that speach...

thats my lil bit of 4th of July history.

Sent by Kramer | 10:00 PM ET | 07-03-2008

Odd, I was just creating a similar mix tape in my head on the way to work. For me, this 4th carries extra weight as I broke free of one of those 'content but not happy' relationships a year ago this week. I can remember driving to my new place for the first time listening to the Gossip, 'yr mangled heart' on repeat:

'Your mangled heart, your battered love that's hanging on to memories
You're letting go of everything that used to be
I've had enough, you'll build me up to let me down

I don't want the world, I only want what I deserve
I don't want the world, the world, I only want what I deserve'

As for the teenage years, of all the possibilities, Rage Against the Machine, Guerrilla Radio epitomized the 'everything I need to break free of this small town is inside of me' attitude I depended on:

'Lights out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
All hell can't stop us now'

here's to independence, freedom, and fighting the good fight

Sent by diana | 10:03 PM ET | 07-03-2008

lately, the chorus of the mates of state's "get better" has been lodged in my brain 24/7. not really about independence, per se, but it sums up my current feelings about the us of a.

"Everything's gonna get lighter, even if it never gets better"

Sent by Lauren | 11:10 PM ET | 07-03-2008

Some favorites that come to mind.

Outkast - Return Of The G

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you?
You get down!

Team Dresch - Growing Up In Springfield

When I was sixteen,
she said to me, you have a demon possession
I said what the fuck does that mean?
She said she couldn't be my friend,
Those were the worst years of my life,
And all the hick boys loved to harass me,
So I flaunted my, hatred of the flag,
And my mother cried, when I shaved my head

Gil Scott-Heron - Whitey On The Moon

A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the moon)
I can't pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.
(while Whitey's on the moon)
The man jus' upped my rent las' night.
('cause Whitey's on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
I wonder why he's uppi' me?
('cause Whitey's on the moon?)
I wuz already payin' 'im fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin' my whole damn check,
Junkies makin' me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin' up,
An' as if all that shit wuzn't enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an' arm began to swell.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Was all that money I made las' year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain't no money here?
(Hmm! Whitey's on the moon)
Y'know I jus' 'bout had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon)

Sent by Brett | 1:16 AM ET | 07-04-2008

Mark Heard - Satellite Sky

Why do I lie awake at night
and think back just as far as I can
To the sound of my father's laugh outdoors
To the thought of Sputnik in free-flight?

Before I could fashion my poverty
Before I distrusted the night
I must've known something
I must've known something
Those were the times I live for tonight

Why, why, why, I say Why, Mama, Why?
Why can't I sleep in peace tonight
underneath the satellite sky?

It can't be easy for my children
I'm hollow before my time
It looks like a desert here to me
Where is the promise of youth for my child?

Where are the faraway kingdoms of dreams?
We've been to the moon and there's trouble at home
They vanished in the mist with Saint Nicholas
They lie scattered to the ghettos and the war zones

Why, Why, Why, I say Why, Mama, Why?
Why can't I sleep in peace tonight
underneath the satellite sky

I want to stand out in the middle of the street
and listen to the stars
I want to hear their sweet voices
I want to feel a big bang rattle my bones
I want to laugh for my children
I want the spark to ignite
before they find out what it means to be born
into these times

Why, Why, Why, I say Why, Mama, Why?
Why can't I sleep in peace tonight
underneath the satellite sky?

And I'll also share a passage I just recently reread in E.B. White's, "Wild Flag," a collection of his New Yorker editorials just before and during the formation of the U.N.:

July 3, 1944

We received a letter from the Writer's War Board the other day asking for a statement on 'The Meaning of Democracy.' It presumably is our duty to comply with such a request, and it is certainly our pleasure.

Surely the Board knows what democracy is. It is the line that forms on the right. It is the don't in Don't Shove. It is the hole in the stuffed shirt through which the sawdust slowly trickles; it is the dent in the high hat. Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half the time. It is the feeling of privacy in the voting booths, the feeling of communion in the libraries, the feeling of vitality everywhere. Democracy is the score at the beginning of the ninth. It is an idea which hasn't been disproved yet, a song the words of which have not gone bad. It's the mustard on the hot dog and the cream in the rationed coffee. Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of the morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.

Sent by mac coldwell | 9:45 AM ET | 07-04-2008

Back in high school "Snake Charmer" by Rage Against the Machine was a big declaration of independence for me.

A father's expectations
Soul soaked in spit in urine
And you gotta make it where
To sanctuary that's a fragile American hell
An empty dream
A selfish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses
Crushing you and your naive compassion
So have no illusions, boy
Vomit up all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake and serve
Don't think, just wake and serve

That covered my angry half. Bob Dylan covered my pacifist half with "I Shall Be Released."

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Crying out that he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released

Now that I'm older, both of those halves are still very much alive and well. But I've calmed down a lot. Now I look to Stars for my rallying cry, "Ageless Beauty."

Ageless beauty
Cruelty makes its holes
But on the shoreline
Time will hold its promise
We will always be a light

Tattered fingers
Linger on the warm and foolish
Hardened faces
Graceless
We'll lose the battle
We will always be a light

Oceans won't freeze
So loosen your heart
Underestimated
Undefeated in this love
We will always be a light

The point of the battle isn't to win or lose. The point of the battle, of fighting for your life, is simply to fight, to say that you stood up for your passions. Good blog today, although "Born to Run" is a better declaration, one that everyone can relate to no matter if you're from the dead middle of New York or from rich white Westchester.

Sent by Nick L. | 10:05 AM ET | 07-04-2008

* Richie Havens -- Freedom
* Sonic Youth -- Jams Run Free
* Big Black -- The Power of Independent Trucking
* Rebel Yell -- Billy Idol
* Sovereign -- Neurosis

Sent by joe | 12:07 PM ET | 07-04-2008

Double Dare Ya--Bikini Kill
Fortunate Son--CCR

Sent by Leilani | 1:19 PM ET | 07-04-2008

I kissed a girl and I liked it.

Sent by ryan | 1:30 PM ET | 07-04-2008

Oh fuck, Richie Havens - Freedom was totally used already. It was the first song that came to mind. And it means the world to me.

the second was Entertain. Everytime I hear that song I can feel my bones shaking in mixture of fury and uplifting spirit. I'm kinda embarrassed to say it, like I'm trying to win brownie points from an idol or something, but I damn well mean it with all my heart.

Another few I love: Op Iv - Room Without A Window, Dead Kennedys - Riot, Pistols - Holiday In The Sun, Clash - Clampdown, SLF - Suspect Device. (And of course the entire setlist Woodstock 69)

Sent by Kevin McCallister | 2:57 PM ET | 07-04-2008

Sleater-Kinney - Whats Mine Is Yours

Sit down, honey, let's kill some time.
Rest you head on this heart of mine
Tell me, honey, cause you look so blue
Just how did they, did they get to you?
If it's all a waste of time
I'm gonna spent it
Yours and mine.

Someone's in the kitchen
Cooking hearts over the stove
Don't lie to me, never say goodbye to me
I don't want to be here alone
Someone's at the front door
Selling Band-Aids for our sores
You can bleed it, as long as they don't see it
We're not going to be ignored

Come on darling, let's hang around
Let's wreck their precious, their perfect town.
If it's all a dirty shame,
I'm gonna do it night and day

Did you ever get the feeling
That you don't belong
Said the teacher in the classroom
I think there's something wrong
But your desks are too heavy
And your walls are too white
Your rules are all wrong
And it's either run or fight
I'm still running
I'm still running

Sit down, honey, let's kill some time.
Rest you head on this heart of mine
Come on darling, let's hang around
Let's wreck their precious, their perfect town
If it's all a waste of time
I'm gonna spend it
Yours and mine

always - got me through some tough times - coming out to friends etc. the lyrics in the break especially resonate with me - without sounding too ass kissy - one of the songs that makes me grateful for s-k

Sent by thesprawl | 6:33 PM ET | 07-04-2008

1: "Revolution", by the Beatles. Yes, I know, a bit obvious, in that High Fidelity top five list immediate disqualification kind of way, but still. There are some pretty big ideas in that song. And so, so perfectly packaged!

2: "Modern Day Emma Goldman," by Pretty Girls Make Graves. Earns the right to invoke Goldman's name with its determined sexual transgressiveness.

3: "Call the Doctor" by Sleater-Kinney. I've been listening to this song for close to ten years at this point, but I still can't describe the impact is has on me. Which I guess says more than anything I could come up with and type here.

Sent by jv | 2:20 AM ET | 07-05-2008

Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill
Waiting Room - Fugazi
This Land Is Your Land - Woody Guthrie
Help Save the Youth Of America - Billy Bragg
Autonomy - Buzzcocks

Sent by KM | 1:04 PM ET | 07-05-2008

"If I had a billion dollars... / I'd buy more pink polos and pop them collars."

- Kanye West, on financial freedom

Sent by Andy C. | 9:27 AM ET | 07-06-2008

Falling out of sleep, I hit the floor
Put on some rock tee and I'm out with the door
From Bowery to Broome to Greene, I'm a walking lizard
Last night's dream was a talking baby wizard

All comin' from hu-man imagination
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation

Smashed-up against a car at three A.M.
Kids just up for basketball, beat me in my head
There's bum trash in my hall and my place is ripped
I've totaled another amp, I'm calling in sick

It's an anthem in a vacuum on a hyperstation
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation
Sonic Youth Trilogy: Hyperstation (from Daydream Nation)

- made all the more perfect because they performed this and more on July 4th in a free concert in NYC's battery park and it was broadcast live on WFMU and WFMU.org - so i got to hear it and it rocked my world

Sent by xina | 12:31 PM ET | 07-06-2008

Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dreams
But all of that is changed now
They've turned things inside out
The truth is not so comfortable, no
And mother taught us patience
The virtues of restraint
And father taught us boundaries
Beyond which we must go
To find the secrets promised us, yeah
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way

Mission Of Burma "
That's when I reach for my revolver"

Sent by gcn | 1:11 PM ET | 07-06-2008

those who fuck nuns will later join the church

- joe strummer

Sent by mp | 4:55 PM ET | 07-06-2008

Lagwagon's May 16th, for one simple lyric

"It's official/you've gone/you can live/ for no one."

Sent by RJ K | 11:21 PM ET | 07-06-2008

Hot Water Music- It's Hard To Know
we couldnt help but cry when we were brought to life
drug out by the cold slapped a few times to the rhythm of the flickering lights with tightly closed sore eyes we grow
to either be or hate what's cold and what's when we learn to know
to run don't follow and lead a life the best we know it's hard to find your way through the darkness
and its hard to know what to believe but if you live by your heart
and value the love you find when you have all you need to run
don't follow lead a life the best we know
let's talk about an independent stand let's talk about freeform thought
it's not about living under command
so don't get caught
live your heart and never follow

Sent by micah | 9:29 AM ET | 07-07-2008

This is my chance, this is my life
And my opening hour
This is my choice, this is my voice
There may be no tomorrow
This is my plea, this is my need
This is my time for standing free
This is my step, this is my depth
In a world demanding of me

-Dead Moon 'It's Ok'

Sent by Tom | 11:34 AM ET | 07-07-2008

This one by the MC5 really inspired a young man (me)!

AMERICA RUSE:

They told you in school about freedom
But when you try to be free they never let ya
They said "it's easy , nothing to it"
And now the army's out to get ya

Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
And i'm finally getting hip to the American ruse

I learned to say the pledge of allegiance
Before they beat me bloody down at the station
They haven't got a word out of me since
I got a billion years probation

Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
And i'm sick to my guts of the American ruse
Phony stars, oh no! crummy cars, oh no!
Cheap guitars, oh no! Joe's primitive bar... nah!

Rock'em back, Sonic !
The way they pull you over it's suspicious
Yeah, for something that just ain't your fault
If you complain they're gonna get vicious
Kick in the teeth and charge you with assault
Yeah, but i can see the chickens coming home to roost
Young people everywhere are gonna cook their goose
Lots of kids are working to get rid of these blues
cause everybody's sick of the American ruse

Well well well , take a look around !
Well well well , take a look around !
Well well well , take a look around !
Well well well , take a look around !
Well well well , take a look around !

Sent by bud | 12:03 PM ET | 07-07-2008

It's good to see SLF again. I miss them. Your entry made me think of "Gonna make a million tonight" from Atlantic City on East River Pipe's Gasoline Age. I think it's the way the song reminds me of how blurry the line is between being free and being captive. Though, I guess the whole album is about being blurry.

Sent by as | 12:32 PM ET | 07-07-2008

After the second chorus of "Badlands" -- I know it's a little cheesey, but I've always loved --

"For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside
That it ain???t no sin to be glad you???re alive."

Sent by Elissa Ball | 7:17 PM ET | 07-07-2008

7 Seconds-Young Till I Die

You waited long for 21.
For me the fight has just begun.
You get in clubs, drink alcohol,
It makes you feel you're ten feet tall.

I don't wanna grow up,
I'm never getting old.
I'd rather work from 9 to 5
Than drink to stay alive.
I'm gonna stay young until I die! (2x)

You grew up fast, now you'll die soon.
I'll never fucking be like you.
You finish college, grab a wife,
You're dead before you're 35.

I don't wanna grow up,
I'm never getting old.
I'd rather work from 9 to 5
Than drink to stay alive.
I'm gonna stay young until I die! (2x)

Sent by mikec | 7:31 PM ET | 07-07-2008

So many lyrics fit the bill on this one, but one song in particular sums it all up for me-- a song that I probably listened to at least 2 or 3 times a day in high school and that all my friends and i couldn't get enough of:

______________________

The World/Inferno Friendship Society - Zen & The Art of Breaking Everything In This Room

The cops and the kids and the cats and the robbers
The stolen moments from the out of tune guitars
Skippin' out of school and sneaking into shows
All the kissin' on the lips
As we play all the wonderful hits
The pulse is all in my lips
Enough to make collagen jealous
How could anyone grow out of
This beautiful skin
When we all are dancing
The police is always watching
And we always have got to move along

Pirates and bankrobbers!
Not lawyers or CEOs!
Stock brokers ain't no heroes!

Well the klatzenjammer kids
And the phantom of the opera
Your the band of the moment
From whom we stole the guitar
The exception to the rule
Only goes to show
You can never be sure what the rules are

Do androids dream of electronic sheep?
If I should die while I'm asleep
Bury me, ok, on the lone prairie
Where children still wanna grow up to be

Pirates and bank robbers!
Not lawyers or CEOs!
Stock brokers ain't no heroes!

You can't let gossip get you pissed
You can't worry about cuts on your face and your fist
It's all a parcel and a part of Zen and the art of breaking everything in this room!

Pirates and bank robbers!
Not lawyers or CEOs!
Stock brokers ain't no heroes!

Lawyers hate bank robbers
Pirates steal from CEOs
Stock brokers killed your heroes!
______________________

Boy, this still gets me all riled up and excited!

Sent by nikki | 8:30 AM ET | 07-08-2008

"oh why cant we roam, this open country,
why can't we be, what we wanna be, we want to be free!

three o clock, in the rain, road block, curfew
and I have to through away,
I say that I have to through away
I tell you that I have to through away,
my little herb stock...

ahhhh, Rebel Music! [this ya rebel music]
I keep on tellin you,
ahhh this a Rebel Music

check my life
if I am in doubt
hold me on and suss me out

three o clock, in the rain
road block, curfew,
and hey mister cop aint got no
hey
hey
hey mister cop,
what you say there then?
hey,
hey,
hey mister cop,
whoa aint got no birth suffer-ticate on me now...

I-man tellin you..
ahhhh Rebel Music, this ya rebel music!"

Sent by suchfriendsaredangerous@gmail.com | 2:46 PM ET | 07-08-2008

For the way the narrator finds freedom and escape even when stuck in a bad home, I really love the deceptively simple and short "Les and Ray" by Le Tigre:

"Nine years old and climbing out the house
Through a song played on piano
By my neighbors Les and Ray
I put my head up against the wall
To be closer to the music that they played

You were my oxygen
The thing that made me think I could escape
This is a thank you song for Les and Ray"

It's a kid's freedom song, operating under confinement and constraint. A nine-year-old girl can't borrow the tropes of the American freedom anthem--the open road, the all-night party, breaking out of the house, resisting authority. But in "Les and Ray" she finds escape in music she hears through the wall, a hint of better possibilities.

Sent by CJ | 5:01 PM ET | 07-08-2008

For it's over all message:
"Karma Police"

Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge

He's like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

Another that seems like an obvious choice to me is
The Clash "Career Opportunities"
They offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I better take anything they got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do really wanna be a cop?

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep out the dock
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock

I hate the army and I hate the RAF
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you

Sent by Eron | 7:02 PM ET | 07-08-2008

OK, there are so many because music fills this function so critically, for me at least. Here are a few that come to mind that folks haven't mentioned:

- X, "Fourth of July"
- The Mountain Goats, "This Year"
- Van Morrison, "Start All Over Again"
- Van Morrison, "Domino"
- Allman Brothers, "Ain't Wastin Time No More"
- The Clash, "Clampdown"

But the #1 song for me in this vein--one I am surprised nobody has mentioned--and I cannot tell you the shiver that went down my spine (and the tears that came to my eyes) hearing it played live during a particularly difficult time in my life, by a band that was a week away from going on indefinite hiatus--I have wanted to say thank you for this song for so long and now I have a chance, because I don't think I have ever heard anything like it:

Sleater-Kinney, "Dig Me Out"

dig me out
dig me in
outta this mess baby outta my head
whaddya want whaddya know
one to get started three till we go
dig me out
dig me in
outta this mess baby outta my head
dig me out
dig me in
outta my body outta my skin

ya got me, for not
i'm here, for now

whaddya want
whaddya know
do you get nervous making me go
get into your sores get into my things
do ya get nervous watching me bleed
dig me out
dig me in
outta this mess baby outta my head
dig me out
dig me in
outta my body outta my skin

I wear your rings and sores
in me in me it shows

I have your hands your holes
in me in me it shows
oh god let me in
there's nowhere else to go
oh god let me in
and let me go

dig me out
dig me in
outta this mess baby outta my head
dig me out
dig me in
outta my body outta my skin

Sent by David G. | 12:13 AM ET | 07-09-2008

From "Dragon Lady" by The Geraldine Fibbers:

Teach me something, rip out my hair
Send me flying through the air
Do something why don't you, fuck it, do something
I'm so bored I sleep...
Why don't you go out and talk some shit
Stand up kick 'em all in the family jewels
We'll watch them as their guts unfold
Then we'll rob a 7-11 and hit the road

I can be quiet or I can be loud
Anything to make my daddy proud
We'll take hostages make demands
Set fire to all our best laid plans
We'll assemble volatile explosive devices
Sell them for exorbitant prices
Purchase an aircraft learn to fly
Run outta gas while we're in the sky
Automatic pilot and x-ray spex
We were kissing in the cockpit when the airplane wrecked
Everything I say is a stupid lie.
I won't tell the truth even when I die.
I'll pick myself to pieces 'til the end of time,
then I'll glue'em back together in a stupid rhyme, yeah yeah.

Sent by AguaLinda | 7:13 PM ET | 07-09-2008

DAMNIT! Was that your street? I was trying to get to 30th and belmont and the street we normally cruise down was blocked off. We were bitter, so we went the next street down, 32nd maybe? i'm not sure, and ended up lost in some freakish neighborhood with too many turn arounds.

Sent by Kristina | 3:15 AM ET | 07-10-2008

Commenting way later than the post... coming off crazy week of work and catching up on readings:

Disenchanted by For Squirrels:
"I will never bow to the ages
I will never let down my guard
Ask for nothing, you'll get what you paid for
I've got pride instead..."

Sarah McLachlan's Elsewhere:
"Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free
The mold that clings like desperation
Mother can't you see I've got
To live my life the way I feel is right for me
Might not be right for you but it's right for me...
I believe..."

Sent by kdk | 2:05 PM ET | 07-16-2008

Oh, Carrie, I miss talking about lawn mowers!
I couldn't breathe in that neighborhood.. I'm glad you are moving. Good luck and take care. Rhonda-formerly across the street, now basking in the Hawthorne Dist.

Sent by Rhonda Baker | 8:43 PM ET | 08-06-2008