I have to remind myself that I'm American. I forget sometimes. So much of my country is a bit foreign to me. Growing up in the late 60's, and through the 70's, a lot of promises of peace and love were made. Now I feel like America is that parent that means well, but never shows up on your birthday with a present. So much potential, wasted in wrong directions.
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Feb. 9th: When I was young, I was given a vision of how the world should be, by architects like Jim Rogers, Shel Silverstein, and Theodore Geisel. Who are the people that prefer to worship as opposed to admire and respect. There is a difference. One enjoys the high of idolatry, looking past details and ugliness for the simplicity of blind adoration. The other is patient and inquisitive, looking at all the shades of gray and deciding that their choice earned it. Feb. 27th: The Wizard of Oz film holds a special place in my mind. Every year I would get excited around spring time because they would show it on network television. Back then, there was no on demand. And it wasn't the whole land of color little people talking scarecrow lion and tin man that did it for me. It was the tornado. And in Michigan, I believe they chose the tornado season - springtime - to show that classic. I don't gave proof, but I bet some television programmer made that type of decision. Tornadoes fascinated and scared the shit out if me. Acts of nature. Overwhelming force of nature. What can someone do when faced with one of the elements, raging out of control, and about to kill you. |
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