Growing up the world through a child’s eye is euphoric and will lay the framework for his later view of the Golden Age. Rose colored and cheery the boy will argue to the end of hour his was better. It’s not until adolescence that he begins to notice the holes in the fabric and will soon learn that thread can easily tear. Still living under the notion of that golden age he still finds solace. He never expected it to happen but it doesn't catch him buy surprise. The more the pages of the album turned the more the story unravels.
With that said there are a couple ways to go through life and the underlying question of can you handle the truth. I've always taken the sunny disposition approach and have left an open ear to the good and let the other through. I can handle the truth; I just don’t want to hear it. Though my family is still perfect the focusing look now just furthers itself from my childish views. This story isn't about my family but the world we live in today…
…The world we live in today has moved passed it’s adolescence and due to a red-headed step child we are being forced to peruse our album. Media is causing a perpetual campfire story telling and the good stories of old are beginning to dwindle.
I write this as the beginning of the end (of my viewership) due to this adoption to the societal family. Great stories that could have become folklore will be soon brushed under the rug with the rest of the laundry. Johnny Football, Michael Vick, Lance Armstrong, Barry Bonds, Tiger Woods and many more are now the blacksheep of the family because someone decided to ask. Why ask; I ask. What good is going to come from the answer? Don’t ask your spouse if there are indiscretions as eventually you will get an answer. I don’t want the whole story I want the Pleasantville story. I want the story of Yasiel Puig to paint like that of Jackie Robinson not Jackie Brown.
The longer I look the more I see through. I want Johnny Football to be Johnny Heisman not Johnny Manziel. My brother and I had a saying in college that was immortalized in an early 80’s beer sign; “Why ask Why”? The message we took from it then was just do it. The message I take from it now is don’t ask; I don’t want to know.
“King Crab where did you go; I must know”
