In 1964, I was five years old and my mom, my sister and I moved from Windsor to Bowles Park in Hartford. It was referred to as 'The Projects. I lived there until I was in second grade. I played with black kids and white kids. My mother, thankfully, was not racist. I've never understood how one can take an entire race of people and find t…
In 1964, I was five years old and my mom, my sister and I moved from Windsor to Bowles Park in Hartford. It was referred to as 'The Projects. I lived there until I was in second grade. I played with black kids and white kids. My mother, thankfully, was not racist. I've never understood how one can take an entire race of people and find them all bad people based on pigment. People are so hateful. Horrible way to live.
I lived on lower Laurel St near the Underwood factory which eventually demanded and got from the city homes condemned for Underwood expansion. The south end “projects” were along Flatbush Avenue. I think I will take this story and develop it into my next blog entry today.
Bill I like your story too. Consider editing the part “You always get a picture of how someone might age when you look at the parents. She had…..and I projected it on how my girlfriend would age.” This rings shallow and of small import in a budding relationship. Perhaps a warmer description of her mother’s personality would suffice in the event you expand your story.
I’m convinced but remains unspoken that this was why she wanted to meet my folks. So do I emulate my ole man today? In some ways definitely yes and other ways no. I’m bald-headed and couldn’t hardly help that destination. I’m argumentative for sure. I think he was somewhat a contrarian I certainly am and I consider it one of my better instincts because it helps me to look more critically at issues. I inherited a non addictive personality which served me well in my youth when I associated with highly addictive drugs and when I came to those crossroads, I turned around, ,stopped and never looked back. Lastly, he was a chemist and disliked art so eventually became an art dealer go figure.
To circle from your experience, strength, and hope, Bill, to the societal challenge we face today, your father likely did not intend to fall short in the ways you saw him do. Mine certainly did not. What stuns many of us today, however, is not that human deficit with which each of us wrestles.
It is in our confronting a national leader, not only sick in the head and in the heart to incline toward evil, but who also extinguishes his soul by manifesting that inclination without hesitation or shame. Many of us may view Trump as crazy because the rationality, and banality, of his evil frightens us into not contemplating it.
Decent people have enough flaws as it is; yet we aspire toward decency, albeit inconsistently -- sometimes with energy, sometimes in drift. Yet intentional evil, born of a reason absent conscience, is hard to countenance, let alone to counter-act. Call it "fight, flight, ergo freeze", if one will.
In 1964, I was five years old and my mom, my sister and I moved from Windsor to Bowles Park in Hartford. It was referred to as 'The Projects. I lived there until I was in second grade. I played with black kids and white kids. My mother, thankfully, was not racist. I've never understood how one can take an entire race of people and find them all bad people based on pigment. People are so hateful. Horrible way to live.
I lived on lower Laurel St near the Underwood factory which eventually demanded and got from the city homes condemned for Underwood expansion. The south end “projects” were along Flatbush Avenue. I think I will take this story and develop it into my next blog entry today.
Bill I like your story too. Consider editing the part “You always get a picture of how someone might age when you look at the parents. She had…..and I projected it on how my girlfriend would age.” This rings shallow and of small import in a budding relationship. Perhaps a warmer description of her mother’s personality would suffice in the event you expand your story.
I’m convinced but remains unspoken that this was why she wanted to meet my folks. So do I emulate my ole man today? In some ways definitely yes and other ways no. I’m bald-headed and couldn’t hardly help that destination. I’m argumentative for sure. I think he was somewhat a contrarian I certainly am and I consider it one of my better instincts because it helps me to look more critically at issues. I inherited a non addictive personality which served me well in my youth when I associated with highly addictive drugs and when I came to those crossroads, I turned around, ,stopped and never looked back. Lastly, he was a chemist and disliked art so eventually became an art dealer go figure.
To circle from your experience, strength, and hope, Bill, to the societal challenge we face today, your father likely did not intend to fall short in the ways you saw him do. Mine certainly did not. What stuns many of us today, however, is not that human deficit with which each of us wrestles.
It is in our confronting a national leader, not only sick in the head and in the heart to incline toward evil, but who also extinguishes his soul by manifesting that inclination without hesitation or shame. Many of us may view Trump as crazy because the rationality, and banality, of his evil frightens us into not contemplating it.
Decent people have enough flaws as it is; yet we aspire toward decency, albeit inconsistently -- sometimes with energy, sometimes in drift. Yet intentional evil, born of a reason absent conscience, is hard to countenance, let alone to counter-act. Call it "fight, flight, ergo freeze", if one will.
Yes, I meant to also point out that "always" was not the right word to use in this case, though I understood what he might have meant.
Yep I see. But nowadays, everyone is old so no need always get the picture.
LOL! Not everyone. Let’s try to avoid absolutes; in the event you’d like to publish.