Spending time with uncle Dan: and experiment in living
By garrick dorsett
7 May 2008
As I walk through the zoo, seeing the king of beasts behind bars like some kind of sweet, cuddly fur ball, young children smacking its cage and making roar sounds; I feel sorry for them. As I sit at the circus and watch the monstrous mounds of muscle jumping though flaming hoops and then rolling over to playing dead at the sound of a cracking whip; I cry softly. As I see the majority of mankind stuck in
cubicles, with supervisors and junior executives telling them to put on their show faces for eight to twelve hours everyday, five days a week. where running late will get you reprimanded (a scolding that should get your act straightened up or you'll never get your 1% increase after the fiscal year) and also overtime is now mandatory on the weekends
(check the memo #345 bazillion), just so your boss can have a big golf date or get the family off to the coast. When did we let ourselves get so out of control? What is to become of us?
Just at my breaking point, when I can no longer I think of "Uncle Dan", a man whom I have known for many years. Uncle Dan is my sister's, husband's uncle, or simply put my brother-in-law's uncle on his mother's side. Uncle Dan is the youngest of four. His mother and father were married on Labor Day in 1949. Dan's father was a navy man and landed on Omaha beach during D-day. He was brought up in a family with seven children, five boys and two girls. He was a very quiet man by the time I met him and has just recently passed on. Dan's mother was also from a large family consisting of two brothers and four sisters. She was married by age 14 and bore her first child at age 16. She is the epitome of a mother, the primary caretaker of her four children, seven grand children, and five great-grand children.
Lately Dan and I have become pretty good friends.
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