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Friday, September 29, 2017

It was gone before it started

It was gone before it started

fiction
edward w pritchard


Back 1967 the summer of love came and went and 1969 "what you gonna do about me me" [1] was covered a half dozen times before we here understood that a change was gonna come but by then it was gone before it started.

Fifty years forward to now it's the same refrain. Them and us but now we know it's all we; we put them all in the penitentiaries, and we aggravated all the wars, and we just put everyone on [2].

The Appalachian Mountain chain at 300 million years old stand a little lower than the Himalayan Mountains which are younger at a mere forty million years old. So to we now in our old age.

 Slumping along we realize we missed something as our leaders continue to " not tell us the whole story" [3] over and over again.

But oh to be young again and sit next to an apparition with a flower in her hair and listen for the revolution to arrive.

[1, 2 and 3] Quick Silver Messenger Service " what you gonna do about me" covered by Richie Havens

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Mundane miracle

Mundane miracle

fiction
edward  w pritchard


Childbirth is the mundane miracle. A woman's crowning achievement.

A woman with other children about to enter the final stages of labor is pre-blessed prior to the sacred event by a long tight squeezing embrace about her neck by her pensive child who senses the upcoming miracle and ordeal for the Mother.

Alone in a crowd a woman entering labor for the second time rushes into the future.

Monday, September 18, 2017

don't follow your thoughts, just observe them

don't follow your thoughts just observe them

fiction
edward w pritchard

When I was three or four years old my primary dictate from my Mother was " just be normal", over and over she told me that which was quite confusing really. Later I came to find out she had some mental issues from an unusual childhood and having a baby die after birth. To cope I became quite straight, not laughing much and over controlling and containing my emotions. My personality was lost in the darkness.

Still something inside myself, to compensate perhaps, was driving me to become more impulsive as I matured as a young adult. Sex, gambling which is the lust for Money and power, and a desire for Faustian intellectual awakening produced powerful urges within. It's all quite normal I hear.

In time, but still not always successfully, I regulated those compulsions. My duty lay elsewhere.

Don't follow your thoughts just observe them. Self discipline day to day will develop.

Now I take beta blockers hidden in my heart medicine. It's much easier now. It's hard sometimes to just be one of the troops, not specially awakened to new thoughts and ideas but it is oh so much easier day by day.

Saint Augustine and Rousseau both wrote their confessions and these are part of mine.

ed

Friday, September 15, 2017

always dress for dinner

always dress for dinner

fiction
edward w pritchard

Whether drifting down the Nile in a glass encased boat or on safari in Africa voyeuristic-ally shooting a few vanishing lions the Rich of a bygone era always found time to dress for dinner. After the multi coursed repast the Men of the past had their fine cigars and the Ladies had their gossip. Neither group found time for Politics. Which was a very good thing.

How much better would the Country be if the rich kept their opinions to their selves and stuck to the business of business. No one is so harmlessly occupied as when they are obsessed with making more Money. For the wealthy no speaking into microphones and no voicing their opinions.

And, once elected let the President become a silent faceless bureaucrat.

Friday, September 1, 2017

just another opinion

just another opinion

fiction
edward w pritchard

Some people like to fish, some like to read, some like to text or chat with their many acquaintances and some of us like to watch baseball on TV. When I was young I had no idea why the Cleveland Indians mascot would be considered racist. When I found out and understood, as an aside I always cheered the native Americans in cowboy shows, I still liked to watch my Home team but I decided we should remove the offensive mascot.

Let's remove the racist Indian mascot after this season. Remove the mascot -Win or lose -in the playoffs. Life is too short to fight losing battles over embarrassing and antiquated issues.

Native Americans were cool, they worked hard, they taught us many things, let's not insult their decedents alive today.