I feel that an old man ought to be able to complain a lot and manipulate the truth a bit. Still it seems I have learned to practice a fair amount of responsibility for the welfare of those younger than I.
Here I suspect I will complain, manipulate the truth, and practice care for those younger than I am.
People don't tell me stories any more. I think I still listen as well as I did. Perhaps I say 'I've heard that one.' too often.
People used to tell me stories. I liked that.
Maybe people don't appreciate stories as much as they did. Maybe they are waiting for the movie. Do they want a film over their eyes? Not too many years ago I remember beginning a story and seeing xxxxs appear in the eyes of my listeners. I'd get quiet and they'd excuse themselves. I feel a loss.
I'm taking an archeology class and have gotten to thinking about
American Indians. Maybe I'll try to tell a Indian related story in a future post.
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