When we were kids, today, October 12th was Columbus Day and it was a big deal. In New York City the Department of Public (almost dropped the L off that; awkward) Works used to paint the white line on Fifth Avenue purple for the annual parade that was always held on October 12. In light of so much more I, as a man now know that as a boy of twelve I didn't about the Rape of Paradise which ensued after Columbus' arrival, I think perhaps blood-red might have been a better choice of colors.
When I was a kid, all I ever cared about was the day off, just like kids across the country. We all recited the rhyme because that's how we knew what we did know about Columbus and since there wasn't a snappy couplet about genocide we didn't hear anything about that aspect of discovering the New World (I also don't remember the Arakawa natives part but some of the little gray cells have had some rough days).
Looking at the world as it is and how all settlement and civilization has developed, I'm not sure it's just Old Chris we should be putting in the defendant's dock and charging. I'm thinking a look in the mirror, as well as a glance out a window, might increase our catch significantly.
And compounding the cacophony of facts clashing with opinions is the realization that not only did Columbus not discover the New World, but he also wasn't the first anything anywhere. We've spent hundreds of years observing a historical event that is neither historic nor actual. Sort of like being the second runner-up in a three-legged race.
And now, as sure as it's the dot on the "i" on the upcoming Monday holiday, we have another excuse (and sales opportunity) to buy bedding or is that just me watching a steady stream of TV ads over the last couple of days? I'm not sure there's any more of a connection between Captain Chris to a Serta than there was to India from Bermuda back in the day.
Speaking of which, you have to cross an ocean from a basement warehouse at Bertramstrasse 6 in Frankfurt am Main to get to a certain city in Ohio. All I know for sure is such a journey can take decades and cost you more than you ever believed you could pay when you first started as both Chris H and I can attest.
But it's worth every penny, for your thoughts and otherwise.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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