He Sang, and the Twang of His Language Rang With Truth and Power and Love AN HONOR TO CALL HIM COUSIN, THE HOPE TO CALL HIM FRIEND Through two happenstantial routes,I found out that today is Shakespeare’s birthday and nearly let this divert me from my final intended ‘Earth Day’ piece, in order to consider things literary, the big bungling hungry hope I have to present the stories as huge as “Hamlet” or as guttural as “Othello,” which so regularly emanate from my life’s miasmic fringes....