Welcome to a new
beginning, and a new way to celebrate our virtual community in our little corner of the universe, this also begins my new blog. I had started blogs a
dozen times before, but not under the right conditions. But, this one
represents the right time. I will
reflect in my column, and I will also have some things that I have written in
the past, humor and serious material, you can read what suits you. I write to help me think and focus and
remember. If you disagree with me, good for you, we are all different, and I am
as different as they come, but if I give you a light chuckle or something to
think about, that is my mission. As we whirl about on this orb, maybe just
maybe we can learn a bit from each other.
As
I begin to pen this blog, in the truly virtual sense, as I can never actually
find a pen, and the monitor I have does not allow you to write on it like the
modern ones do, something I learned the hard way. I’m not a journalist nor am I
an enemy of the American people, but I am the scourge of telemarketers and
politicians. Before you try to label my particular political point of view,
understand, I favor the political party of George Washington, and I am a
radical in every sense of the word, because all of the greats, all the people
who advocated change were radical thinkers, whether Thomas Paine, Thomas
Jefferson, Gandhi, Jesus, Buddha, and Chuck Norris. No matter where you stand politically, I am
different from you, I just want to talk about things in a common-sense
way. As to religion, I consider myself a
scientist, but I also consider myself a Christ follower, and I walk the path of
those who advocate peace and love and joy in life. I am not a great writer, nor am I a great
thinker, but to paraphrase Descartes, I think therefor I write. I value my family, and I believe in the words
of the Elvis song, we are all cousins. We are all family. Speaking of family:
It has always puzzled me how many
families have a story that has been passed down through generations of lost
royalty or squandered wealth. You know the stories, “Our
great-great-grandfather had a hundred billion dollars but he got mad at his
children over an incident when he was served thin spaghetti instead of
linguini, and he left all his money in a shoebox down at the local department
store.”
Logic
would never prevail. It does not matter that there were no department stores in
1749 (as everyone know they were invented in 1833 by Mr. Joseph Department),
that they did not have shoeboxes back then (sort of like modern Arkansas), or
that none of our relatives were Italian.
Family members would explain away any challenges with, “The story is
true, Uncle Bernie swore to it just before he died, and if we could just find
the right shoe box.” And, off we go on another trip to the department store.
Of course, we all heard the
wonderful story of the girl who grew up believing that she was the long lost
daughter of a Russian King and was therefore entitled to get in all animated
movies associated with a certain mouse’s company for half price. The stories
were very sad, how the girl grew up never achieving her dream of a return to
being the totalitarian leader of a Russian empire. As I recall, on her deathbed
her final words were, “It’s the chads – count all the votes, a fair and
accurate count, I know I won.”
Anyway, I was reminiscing about my
grandparents a few days ago when, it suddenly occurred to me how these family
myths occur. I remember visiting my grandfather's farm just outside of the
bustling metropolis of Longworth ,
Texas
Somehow, over the years, I had
forgotten the origin of my belief, only somehow remembering my royal lineage,
until I observed a similar royal structure, in the backyard of a
farmhouse. This
one was a two-holer. Suddenly, it occurred to me that perhaps my blood was
not quite as blue as I initially thought.
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