When I was a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut. After I discovered The Beatles and rock and roll, not so much, but there's many a cloudless night with a star-filled sky (the great thing about Life in the Sticks is very little light pollution from large cities and the heavens are gorgeous) that I do remember to look up and see.
It's a view I never tire of and a small part of me, that six year old with the space helmet, wonders what down here might look like form a vantage point up there somewhere.
That's why my brain understands what Rhawn Joseph is attempting to do but my heart still thinks he's a crank. But I'm being unkind-there's a surprise, you say (kiss my anti-gravity belt, no lower)-read this and judge for yourself.
I'll be the first to concede I was a skeptic but when I clicked here, he had me at white socks and his poem.
I'm not sure if we sue one another more in this day and age than we used to of if it's just more publicized than when our parents and their parents were fussin' and fightin'.
We seem to play the litigation card earlier in the evening than previous generations did though I'm not sure a quick game of Parchesi or Rock, Paper, Scissors would get us any farther. Gore Vidal once noted, "litigation takes the place of sex at middle age."
I have no idea what he's talking about and be careful, Alice. Or it's to the moon....