Mike's Corner                   
May 2004

Growing Up 

       A very many years ago in a small town lived a boy, a girl, and a dog. The dog was the smartest of the three. He, as male dogs are referred to, was a Saint Bernard; a big hairy and muscular dog standing about two feet six inches tall. This dog, towering over the boy and the girl, would romp around town as if he owned it. The dog was never on a leash and would go from one end of town to the other. The dog had a spiked collar and a flea collar. The dog would rub up against apple trees to seldom itch his furry coat. The apple trees had a sweet smell in the bark and the dog loved the feeling they gave to his body.

    The boy was the son of a wealthy landowner, who made millions off the poor folks everywhere. The boy was five and a fourth feet tall and had blond hair. His father has gray hair and his mother has dyed her hair red. The boy was walking to school on the only road to town. It was about a mile and took him about an hour. He would go to classes until three o’clock and go to the library. The library was in the center of town. His father would pick him up at five-fifteen and they would go home to dinner. At home, the family enjoyed their one-story three-bedroom ranch. In addition, there was a well-maintained library with shelves and shelves of books.

     The girl was the daughter of the only banker in town, who made his millions by investing other people’s money in various Wall Street dealings. His bank was the  only one for miles and miles, so he had to protect the town from unscrupulous dealers and rich landowners. To do this, he set up a trust fund for the town and invested the town-people’s money, for the well-being of everybody in the town. Doing this for the town, he was unanimously elected Mayor and treasurer. Mayor Howard Purcell was by far, the best mayor the town ever had. He had a reactant personality in his dealings with the town-folks. This enabled him to be all things for everybody in the town. He brought many good things for the town, such as a combined health-care benefit, a combined living-wage, and an improved learning system for the children. The children all knew his name and knew what he did for the town.

    The girl was not of school age, so the mayor would occasionally take her to his office and show her what he did   for a living. On these days, he would give her a book to read, from his many office bookshelves. She grew up, reading good books and knowing the good things her father did for everybody; she was very proud of him. She liked reading the books and learning about the world. She liked reading fiction and non-fiction alike but did not know the difference of either. She did not know that fiction was not true. She was about forty-five pounds with baby blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. She was so adept at reading the many books that she went through them swiftly, because of the daily daycare her father’s office supplied.                        

      The boy was an avid reader of many books fit for him and was going to school for two years now. Second grade held the boy down from advancing and he was very bored with being a second grader. He had been gifted with a very good ability to read and learn so every chance he made; he would read any book he got from his father’s library. He pulled down a good book, as he was not concerned with the level of reading. His great ability first came about when he was young and did something wrong. His father would lock him in the library with one book and told him he would not get to eat dinner if he did not at least start reading the book. As time gradually went on, he volunteered to read instead of being punished by reading. He thought it would be best to read a book that had a cover that fascinated him. His vocabulary improved greatly as he read more and more books. There was a meeting later at school with his mother and father and several school leaders. The meeting participants were going to discuss the boy’s schooling, whether he could be advanced into another grade. The reading of the books brought this out of the closet.

    The school meeting was very productive. The boy’s test results enabled him to be advanced into the fourth grade. He liked that. He was able to read his books and learn more. Because he liked reading, he did little and even less for fun and recreation. He imagined flying on his way to school. Flying all types of planes over the oceans of the world. On his way home he imagined being Mark Twain characters, Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. When he got home, he picked up the current book he was reading, and proceeded to read until dinner-time.   

     The years passed very quickly as winter turned into summer and back again. The boy came home finishing school with a well-earned degree. He noticed large changes to the house. As he came into the house everything looked smaller as he was now taller. He was at the front door, glanced over the right shoulder and saw the big dog rustling in the flowers. The boy could hardly believe his eyes. He was home. He walked into the living room and said, “Hello, anyone here, I’m home.” His mother and father came from the den and saw their son standing there. It was a great home-coming. His mother was going to have a roast beef dinner and she told the boy that it was in proud honor of her recent honor graduate.

      A dinner to start his new life with the girl, Maggie.

       Lauren and I go every-where and spend a good load of time together. We love each other sooooo much that we can not be a-part for the slightest of moments and must travel with one objective in mind. A lot of people would be like this and should be, because love is a grand function of life on Earth. When we travel to other planets, we should travel together and preach togetherness to the races we meet on other planets.



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