...takin’ it easy, with iced coffee, waiting for things to
cool down a bit to bike downtown to hear the Roots and watch fireworks on the
Ben Franklin Parkway....hot July 4
th Wednesday, West Mt. Airy, State
of Mellow Mildly Caffeinated Satori, U.S.A. almost a ghost town, people staying
in with the air conditioning, or maybe downtown with the parade...me, still
recovering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, spending the weekend walking
around D.C., a city built on a swamp, in 104 degree heat, sustained by coffee
and margaritas with friends, making my way through the National Gallery for Van
Gogh, Picasso, Gerhard Richter and the Mirò exhibit, catching a sunburn walking
out to see the new Martin Luther King Memorial...
....(some ago heard a usually-pretty-hip public radio kids’ show identifying King on his birthday as
a man who had a dream...nothing more specific to ruffle ideological feathers....all the world loves a dreamer and speaker of positive intentions, right?....and asking kids
to call in and say what
their dreams
were...turned it off after one hearing one too many young voices voices their
dreams of having millions of dollars)...
...(then, it was
another great American who said
very well, then, I contradict myself....this,
too, is America)...
2 comments:
Oh the dreams we have taught our children to dream. "It's not the power of love, but the love of power."
You've triggered a memory of hearing Václav Havel speak in Philly, when was that? Must have been in the early 1990s?
Cheers, man ~ peace out ~
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