Pushkin.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, that sends the frozen ground swell under it.

Robert Frost, one of the greatest American poets, reading Mendingwall.

I let my neighbor know beyond the hill, and on a day we meet to walk the line and set the wall between us.

They walk together down the border of their properties, between his apple orchard and his neighbor's pine trees.

Every spring they have to mend the wall, hauling stones to fill the gaps.

The narrator asks his neighbor, do they really need a wall to keep pine and apple trees apart?

He only says good fences make good neighbors.

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder if I could put a notion in his head.

Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it where there are cows, but here there are no cows.

Before I build a wall, I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out, and to whom I was like to give offense.

My name is Malcolm Gladwell. You're listening to revisionist history.

My podcast about things overlooked and misunderstood.

This episode is about the most famous line from Mendingwall.

Good fences make good neighbors.

Written in 1914 as if it were yesterday.

The historic home of the US Marine Corps is the barracks in Washington, DC, 8th and I streets near Capitol Hill.

From May until the end of August, every Friday night, the public is invited for evening parade.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the oldest post of the Corps.

Marine barracks Washington, DC, celebrating over 60 years of performing evening parade.

It starts at 8.45, precisely, on the immaculate lawn in front of the Commandant's house.

The ritual of honoring the flag, the famous silent drill, the drum and bugle core.

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