By CHARLTON STANLEY
Robert Burns was born on this day in 1759. The bard of Scotland was an ordinary man who did extraordinary things with the language of his time. He wrote in the Scots dialect, but he also wrote in plain English.
The great Scottish folk singer, Donnie MacDonald, once told me that in his opinion the closest American songwriter to Burns was Hank Williams, Sr. I had not thought of that comparison, so he explained. Both writers understood the common man, the person who worked hard to survive, and who lived a life of dignity and worth. And come to think of it both Robert Burns and Hank Williams were no strangers to a hearty party.
Robert Burns wrote of the mundane, of the common person, of love of the land and its creatures and of love itself.
All across the world, on this night there will be Burns Night Suppers. These events are treasured by those who love the genius of Burns, whether they are of Scottish descent or not. The Burns Supper is a combination of reception, feast, entertainment and poetry reading.





