Monday, September 27, 2010

I Want (From 2008)

[Editor's Note: The magnificent mundane pictures are from Square America.]
I want to participate unreservedly in American life.

I want to say hello to my neighbors. I want to send my children to school on a bus with their brethren to read of George Washington and Abe Lincoln. I want them to eat a peanut butter sandwich from a paper sack with a waxy box of whole milk to wash it down.

I want to watch the news and not think it's an assault on my worldview. I want to watch the news and not think it's an assault on the worldview of people with whom I disagree.

I want to read a newspaper. I want to listen to the radio. I wouldn't mind constructing my own radio with a soldering iron and a few parts that came mail order, but I'd rather not construct the playlist of songs. How would I know what I liked if I had never heard it?

I want to order a drink from the well. I want to sit on naugahyde. I want someone to smoke. I don't want to smoke. I want people to make music right there in front of me. I want everybody to know the words.

I want everyone to dress as well as they can for a social occasion and still be dressed badly. I want to see dress shoes and white socks.
I want to see old people. I want to see babies. I want to tell people their ugly children are beautiful. I want the ballgame to be on TV. I want the TV to be on a shelf over a bar.

I want to go to church on Sunday. I want to go to a bar on Friday night. I want to go dancing with my wife of many years on Saturday. I want to be buried in the same suit I was married in. I want people to stand there and look at my cold face and say I was no great shakes but I was alright.
I want someone to put flowers on my grave after everyone else has forgotten I was alive.


Joan of Argghh! said...

Well, that seems to be a tall order for being such a simple desire.

Just lovely thoughts, though.

Jean said...

The last line is the killer. kudos.

Mother Effingby said...

We all want the same things, I imagine.

Rob De Witt said...

Man, that's perfect.

Somebody recently asked me where I want to live, and I answered "1947."

H. Gillham said...

I want the television to cease broadcasting at midnight.

If you need to make a phone call and you are not at home, I want you to go in a phone booth and shut the door.


I want you to continue to write posts like this.


Jewel said...

I feel like I'm looking at my parents and their families in these old photos.

Sixty Grit said...

Time moves on, entropy prevails.