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Song in my head:
"Holly came from out of the islands,
in the back room she was everybody's darlin'..."
- Lou Reed -
About the White Stripes, Stephen says, "it's over...",
but I didn't hear any fat lady sing, so it's not over. I listened to the CD one more time...I guess they're pretty good but not great.
Go figure, Stephen was right the whole time, but I got the last word and that's what's important!
I must tell you about my strange and wondrous dream:
For some reason an alien was at my house, I was still in college and I missed the bus. He said not to worry and
gave my this giant plastic "kitty litter" like house. You know the type that has the little roof on
top so the smell don't spread into the house. Then he puts this plastic thing on the bottom, like the glass plate
on the bottom of many microwaves.
It's just big enough for me to fit inside, he says if I get in side and put my thumbs under my underarms and flap
my arms like a bird, ever so gently, the kitty litter box will elevate and if I speed up, I'll go forward and then
I could fly to school, making good time.
So I figure what the hell, and I try it. It worked, and off I went from my front lawn down the street. Then I
see this warehouse with a docking door open and I fly right in. I forget about going to school 'cause its fun
to fly. I'm zippin' by all the workers and going up high where stuff is stored when a manager flags me to stop.
So I do.
She says, "Why our company needs someone with your gusto to work in management. Your just what we're looking
for. Stop by tomorrow to fill out the paper work and your hired!"
So the next day I get into my kitty litter box to go to work and I can barely get off the ground, but I do manage
to fly. Only it's real hard to go as quick as I did the day before. I'm flappin' and flappin' and barely moving.
After much effort I get to work and do the paper work. I barely make it home.
I tell the Alien, who is at home watching Oprah. He says, "Oh, all you need is some more ointment."
He picks up the plastic plate thingy and puts some alien KY Jelly stuff on the bottom and puts it back in the litter
box thingy, "There, try it now."
I works like a charm and I'm flyin' around my front yard.
When I land, I think back and remember him putting the gel on the plate the first time, and say, "I forgot
all about the gel. I didn't know it made it fly."
"It doesn't." he says. It just helps. You don't really need the box at all...go ahead and try."
So I lean forward, ever so gently, until I'm floating horizontally above the lawn. Then I think about going toward
the driveway, and off I go. I float around the neighborhood for a while and then come back home.
The alien is sittin' on the couch watching Gomer Pyle. He looks at me with a gentle smile.
"I had no idea that I could fly." I say.
"All people can fly," he whispers with a smile. "They just don't because they think they can't."
Then he gets up and leaves...forever, I think.
That's it. I realize that the only limitations we have are the limits we put in our heads.
Isn't that nice to know.
And now you know!
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