Thanks Kismet ~ put a big smile on my face when I saw that one.
Yeah, I definitely will someday, probably as soon as I get out of the city.
You know I look around the room, and there isn't one thing in here that was handed down to me from my parents. Not one thing. That rifle was it, and I naively assumed it would go to me.
Possibly the saddest part is that the gun didn't mean anything to my dad. He'd had it his entire life, secretly dreamed of being a cowboy, and he gives it away to be destroyed for a *strong expletive* insurance quote? He is a man ruled by his ghosts ~~ he never looks them in the eye.
Munk ~ earlier today you wrote that kids have never looked better (physically) and yet have never been more vulnerable (emotionally). I think that is entirely true.
There aren't any more initiations anymore, nor rites of passage. No communities, no tribes, no elders. Sure maybe for some kids, somewhere, but as a whole I think we are just stressing kids out from day one.
I learned early on that I had to come up with my own rites of passage. Thank god for my grandfather man. I look around the room and there are plenty of things he passed down. If it hadn't been for him, I would have turned out pretty damned hollow inside. Maybe not, as we've seen, humans are pretty rugged.
Thanks again Kismet. I'll get that rifle someday, and maybe after I do we can take a walk on your land and find what there is to shoot.
~ Bamboo ~