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[+] A Confession...
[+] And Hope for the Future
February 22, 1996. 11:08pm, EST
Dad, I have a confession. When I was a kid I would sneak into your bedroom
when Mom and Nany were not around to rifle through your collection of
magazines and paperbacks. You kept them in a brown grocery bag. Magazines
were on the top and paperbacks were on the bottom. I remember I would rifle
through them to see what was new, and then I would grab one and head back
to my room.
Some of it was pretty crass. Some of it was quite educational. All of it
was a hell of a lot more interesting than the four volume Life Cycle
Library that you and Mom got for me.
I'm 26 years old, now. I guess that if you stereotype me by age, I'd be
part of the Generation X. I went to college and got the useless degree in
Creative Writing.
When I graduated I started a computer consulting company (did I ever thank
you for the Timex/Sinclair when I was in 6th grade?). I now have people who
are older than you who proudly work with me. I haven't lived at home since
I went to college (yeah, and I promise we'll have dinner together, soon.
It's been too long), and the IRS thinks of me as one of their favorite
contributors.
Dad, I guess that what I am trying to say is, simply, I don't think I
turned out half bad! You and Mom and Nany made sure of that. We were never
rich, and I remember you working the night shift at Montgomery Ward's in
Manassas in order to buy me that extra Christmas present that I just had to
have.
You taught me about strength and order and what was right and wrong. Mom
taught me about shades of grey and never taking the easy answer. Nany
taught me about thinking around problems and what life was like during the
hard times (like the Depression).
The magazines and books didn't shape who I am. You did.
Now, I must admit. Every once in a while, I'll peruse the Internet for
X-rated material. In some ways, it reminds me of a
big-virtual-brown-bag-under-the-bed. Some of it turns my stomach. Some of
it is a turn-on.
If I ever have children, I will try to protect them from the evils of
society. I'll shield them from cruelty and exploitation. I'll try to bring
them up in a responsible manner.
But, I'm not perfect.
I know that they will one day find a Brown Bag. It will become a part of
their education... a part of their growing experience. But, if I do my job
right, then I know that they will make me proud. I know that I will not be
able to protect them from all evil, but if I teach them good values and
self-respect, then they will have a fighting chance. Just like I did.
No amount of legislation would have made a good surrogate for you.
Thank You.
Your Son,
David C. Blankenhorn
President
Smoke N' Mirrors, Inc.
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