Caucasian Born

 

Sunday afternoon...  and, all is well or as best as it could be given the circumstances of age and the current political environment...

I visited New York City a while back to spend some time with a relative and walking out of the LaGuardia airport, I asked a passerby what was the time that was on his watch and his reponse was:  "What do I look like a frigging clock?"

New York City has never been the same to me as a result of that encounter...  perhaps, he was having a bad day or perhaps that was just his personality or perhaps he noticed my southern accent...  none of it matters anymore but it bothered me a the time and as I recall I just ignored his comments...

I have never encountered someone like that below the Virginia/North Carolina border...  which is why I am a Southern Boy (as the song goes) which is underscored by the fact of being born in North Carolina several decades ago.

I am Caucasian Born and would not have it anyother way and not because I am white and you may or may not be...  but because I am who I am and I don't apologize for being who I am...  nor do I want to be anyone else...  alhough, at one time I wanted to be an architect.

I don't fly the Confederate Flag from the back of my pickup truck because I don't own a pickup truck and never plan to own a pickup truck, although there was a time when I considered buying a cheap pickup to carry our kayaks...  but, we sold them several years ago.

I don't chew tobacco, smoke, or drink alcohol although I have been known to drink a glass or two of red wine at dinner or to be sociable...  I don't own a firearm and don't plan to ever own a firearm but I am not opposed to others owning firearms...  which is the same as having an abortion...  this is fine with me as well, although I would never have one.

I am a Vietnam Era Veteran but do not believe in WARS, especially those being waged outside our borders...  I became a veteran because I could not find suitable employment back them if I did not have my military obligation out of the way...  otherwise, I would have moved to Canada...  and, I am glad I did not do that, because it is frigging cold up there.

I am not lazy but I do not go out of my way to find work, especially the kind of work that involves manual labor...  however, there was a time that I walked around the community with a sledge hammer and wedges offering to split wood for free.

I am not bald but my hair is thinning out or falling out but it is not all gone yet and I will never shave my head to offset the fact that I am losing my hair...  nor will I grow a beard to prove that I am still a macho male even though I can no longer get an erection...

Life winds itself around your legs like a snake wraps itself around its prey, squeezing the life out of it, until dead, so it can be eaten...  however, once we die, I am not sure if anything or anyone will eat us unless it is the heavens into which we will dissipate. 

My spirituality is obviously rooted in the various mythologies and philosophies of several religions that have evolved over the centuries in the hopes of explaining why we were given life and what is our purpose outside of eating, defecating, fornicating, fighting, and dying.  Life's legacy is always death.

The interesting thing about mythologies is that from one side of our earth to the other side of our earth is thousands of miles and yet all these mythologies have similiar stories...  how is this possible?  There was no such thing as air travel back then...

That will blow a bit of uncertainty up your ass...