Lordy, Lordy, Lisa's Forty!

Once upon a recliner, an idea was hatching - unheard of as yet.
Maybe it was at home, at work or with Skip in the OCOM broom closet.

But with an old print shop and her “heart, head and hands”,
She opened the doors, like Rosie, saying “Yes we can!”

Window of the Sky was born out of a post-public-health mist,
Out of a dream, no money and a German receptionist.

From 12 to 30 to 50 patients she grew, and the team of revolutionaries around her grew too.

A bakery takeover with a HUGE red fist and some recycled paint,
Months of meetings to determine a non-profit we ain’t.

Working Class Acupuncture, now a PC
And, Lisa, labeled, militant and incendiary

More patients, staff, national trainings and the birth of CAN
From these white trash roots, a healthcare Revolution began

A social entrepreneur and a danger to the profession
The Walmart of Acupuncture, charging $15 bucks a session

Is that you, Lisa, that I hear lowering the bar?
And, what? You went to school at Brynn Mar?

Tonight we celebrate Lisa and just let loose,
Party like rockstars…like we are Muhammad Yunus!

Turning forty is huge, but not in the scope of what needs to be won
You still have lots to do before this life is done

Comrades surround you with a toast that you remain happy, healthy and angry,
As we look forward to 40 more years of the “ravings of a self-righteous hippie”.

Happy Birthday Lisa!