Playing Fair and Being Kind

HOLY MOLY!

Who am I?

As I was driving along U.S. Highway 17 this morning I had a brainstorm. I imagined a play with live actors; perhaps six or seven skilled actors able to improvise dialog. I would choose the actors based on their skills and next on their ethnicity, sexual orientation, self identity, and whatever other subset that I could find through further research. There would be no plot or script. Just these actors would be asked to interact. The setting would be a simple neighborhood street corner that the characters would use as a stage to share, or not, their concerns. I leave it to the reader to imagine the various roles. Each act of the play would be about fifteen minutes long. Each actor would be in their own role as taken from real life for them. They would choose their own makeup and costume and then play the role they are in real life.

At the end of the first act the actors would completely change their makeup and costuming and they would be asked to change roles. All actors would change from, say, character A to character B, character B to character C, etc. until the last actor changed from whichever character to character A. Each actor would be in charge of the the makeup and costume for their new role. Then the second act would begin. What do you think would happen? What would the first act be like and then each subsequent act?

Next…

I’ve been on the road since last Tuesday. It’s been a night here and a night there. Sometimes it’s been a rest stop here and there. I just spent two nights in the same bed in Norfolk, Virginia. What a luxury! Now I’m in Havelock, North Carolina. This is where the Marine Corp Air Station, Cherry Point is. I’ve been here two times before so this is the third visit for me. It is a little more expensive to stay now but still very reasonable compared to civilian facilities. I come here to stay for a length of time to get my body back into rested condition and to start walking distances again. There is something about a marine base to inspire better fitness and more activity. There is a marine barracks just across the parking lot and once in a while I can hear them counting cadence as they run back and forth where ever they go. Oo-Rah!!!

As I’ve been writing here my friend Bill from Bakersfield in California called to inform me that his wife Mary has died. She had cancer. Mary and Bill were very close. He liked to tell people that there was a university in Virginia named for them; William and Mary. It was easy to remember their names after that. I will see Bill in Bakersfield whenever I finally arrive there. Sometime in late February or early March I figure. Maybe the middle of March.

On my way into Havelock I spoke on the phone with Denny Breese, he of the treasure hunting skills and other adventurous activities. Denny was a crewman on the USS Nautilus (SS 571). He made all of the trips under the ice at the North Pole. We have been friends since 1960. Now he is eighty and I am seventy seven almost. Time flies when you’re having fun. We talk a lot about underwater stuff and treasure and about where we can go get something to eat where I can find vegan fare. He is a character and so am I, I guess.

It feels good to be away from the northern climes and cold weather. I still have to go inland in a few days to visit granddaughter Hannah and others in Tennessee and Georgia. After I visit Rae in Georgia it will be back to the coast in South Carolina and then Florida.

Have a nice day and I hope you are enjoying life at least as much as I.

Here is a poem I wrote some time ago. It is nearly finished but I like how it is coming along. Here it is in readable shape. Enjoy it please.

GRAVITY

Seated on cushions,

Shoe hanging from foot,

Wrists resting on keyboard,

Head perched upon neck.

Music vibrates disk,

Through air to my ear,

Tympanum to brain,

A sensorial chorus.

Light from our star,

Comes bent ’round itself,

Spectrum to iris,

Renders blue water.

See the blue water,

How flatly it lies,

In space between hills,

Embracing the shore.

Feel, hear, and see,

Loved reverie,

‘neath a blue dome,

Held here for me.

G. M. Goodwin

23 September 2014