The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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*Original artwork by Alex Mashett.

I was flicking through the channels the other day.

You'd probably expect me to be overwhelmed by all the channels these days, since I'm 105 years old, but really, what's the big deal?  When you walk into a library, are you shocked and confused by the amount of books?  No, you just browse around until you find the one you're looking for.

So I was browsing the channels, but I couldn't find anything.  It was all trash.  "Reality" shows - ha.

I came across a program about the Civil War, which made me think about my grandfather.  He was a corporal in the 127th Regiment, Company F, during The War.  The Civil War, I mean (I'm old, remember).  To be honest, he didn't tell me a whole lot about his time fighting (he died when I was eight); what I remember most, actually, are not his words but his demeanor (funny how that lasts, but the words don't).  Anyway, what I remember is that he was so sad; heartbroken; traumatized.

I'll NEVER forget that.

Then I looked back at the TV again.  These days, everyone gets all worked up and screams and yells and Facebooks...then sits at home in their air conditioned houses and watches a SHOW about the Civil War on their 100-inch televisions.

I am trying to figure out if this is progress or not.

The Thoughts of a 105-year-old Man

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