I don't often cry when I listen to the news. But I cried this morning when I heard that Pete Seeger had died. He was 94, and people do die when they're that old. I thought about his lifelong struggle to put people and music over war and conflict - his attempt to prove that the guitar is mightier than the sword - and I cried to think that he is gone. I learned his songs fifty years ago, in college; I'm still singing them.
It is mightier, Pete. As long as we continue to sing your songs, you will be immortal.
But I'm still crying. Vaya con Dios, Pete.