a few years after i was born, my dad met a sranger.who was new to our small mo. home.from the begining dad was fasinated with this enchanting new comerand soon invited him to live with our family.the stranger was quicly excepted and was around from there on.as i grew up, i never quetioned his place in my family, in my young mind he had a special niche,my parents we complementary instuctors: mom taught me good from evil, and dad taught me to obey.but the stanger...he was our story teller, he would keep us spell bound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries, and comedies.if i wanted to know about any thing about politics, history, or science, he always knew the aswers about the paST UNDERSTOOD the present and even seemed able to pedict the future. he took my family to the first mayger ball game, he made me laugf, and he made me cry.the sranger never stopped talking. but dad never seemed to mind. some times mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say. and she would go to the kitchin fo peace and quiet. ( i wonder sometimes if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave. dad ruled our household with certain moral convitions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honer them, profanity for example was not alowed in our home, not from us, our friends.or any visitors, our long time visiter however, got away with four letter words, that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mom blush. my dad didnt permit the liberal use of alcahol, but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular baSIS. he made cigarettslook cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.he talked freely.(mutch to freely ) about sex. his coments were some times blatant, sometimes sugestive and generaly embarassing. i know now my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stanger. time after time, he apposed the values of my parents. yet he was seldom rebuked...and never asked to leave. more than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family.he has blended in with our family, yes he has blended right in,and is not nearly as fasinated as he was at first. if you could walk ito my parents den today. you would still find him siiting in his corner, waiting for some one to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures........HIS NAME.....
WE JUST CALL HIM T.V.
NOTE; this should be required reading for every house hold, TV has a wife now to
We call her COMPUTER! Have a good one friends! See ya~~~~~cowboy
