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"What's so terrible for the little kids who hear
about Newtown is that the 'dream' monster is now real," said a friend.
This from Peggy Noonan's interesting "When Childhood Fears Come True."
(Behind a paywall, but I copied some of it)
I think what's happening here is not to much the "dream monster" being
realized as actually being created.
I know that the "End of Earth" monster promulgated by too many "Yes,
the earth will die in 5 billion years and here's why." science
shows is
in my grandson's head. I mean to kids 5 billion and next year are
pretty much the same. So
monsters do not have to be real.
My childhood fear was that a windy night sounded like a tidal wave
rushing to engulf our house. More than once I got out of bed to
look,
because I heard waves lapping the house. I think because a tidal
wave hit Montrose Beach (on
Lake Michigan), near Chicago's Loop stuck in my head. This
happened
mostly in December, as I look back, because the real fear was I'd die
before Christmas presents.

More on point, in 1955 3 boys my age were found strangled in the forest
preserve very near to where we kids played and caught catfish. I
never
ever forgot that, but not once did I go to bed worried that I was
next. We, none of my gang, ever stopped playing in the "woods"
because
of that incident. By the by, I stumbled across "Death
Closes the Case of Boys’ Murders," five years ago.
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Religion,
said Mr. Kennedy, "isn't supposed to explain such things" as Newtown.
"That's not the task of religion, never has been." Religion has to do
with the central mystery of existence—"the tremendous and gripping
mystery" of being alive. "Joseph Campbell once said people don't need
an explanation of their lives as much as they need an experience of
being alive."
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Which is pretty much, "Life
sometimes sucks, live with it kid."
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Back in the day of black and white tv and westerns being the evening shows, I went to be afraid of Indians. One was under my bed with a knife or hatchet, so no arms or legs could ever dangle outside the blankets. BTW, there were no Indian tribes riding horses around in Santa Clara, CA.
ReplyDeleteAs a teenager I continued to hitch-hike even though Edmond Kemper was beheading and de-handing young women in the Santa Cruz, CA area. I was more afraid of my parents. go figure.
I had nightmares about dinosaurs. It's a good thing they're already extinct, otherwise the press would be clamoring for their elimination.
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Bad things happen to good people less often when good people are armed.
ReplyDeleteIs that James Carville under the stairs?
ReplyDeleteNo, that is BO
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