How can I, this one old
soul, this ornery old bastard that is finished raising a family of kids and retired, how
can I tell any new age parent in question in confusion in concern, “where will
the children play”? Lost for words, but I don’t quit and pushing 70, it meant
getting my old and warn-out green high-top Converse out of retirement, what I used
to use for running in Alaska, nothing offered a better fit then the “high tops”
with 2-pairs of socks. Enjoyed the hell out of those days “in my youth”, until
I was bluff charged by a Brown bear. It ended my running career in the back
woods of Anchorage, enough was enough. Same sentiment I find confronting me
these days, that “enough” with the way kids have become the curse of gun barrel
chaos, sea to shining sea what happened to “this land is your land this land is
my land”, as kids are at a disadvantage with that “chaos” being heard out loud.
But today, I have a repurpose for those “green
high tops”. With the addition of a “green heart” in honor of Maite in honor of
the rest of the kids, who never had enough time to enjoy “where the children can
play” without that gun barrel chaos, as those places of swing and slide worship
and “olly olly oxen free“ fun and freedom have been forfeited to the NRA for
target practice!
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