Poem- “My Pronouncing Behavior”

“My Pronouncing Behavior”

My original flaw should be known to you at this point in my literature.

The biggest problem I have with me personally speaking is this word:

“Punctuality.”

I get very smart with vocabulary beyond understanding at times.

Coming to my senses is always unique and particular for me.

When I was a baby, I was usually awake all night, every night.

My mom saw that I was a very unusual baby.

I would just be awake all night as a baby infant while watching TV.

As a 3-year old, I was banging my head on the floor from an ear infection.

I was trying to calm my nerves and cartoons were giving me bad ideas.

So, my parents took me to the doctor and fixed my ear up from surgery.

But my mental problems did not end.

By kindergarten, I was diagnosed with numerous mental disorders.

Half of my mental disorders are still unknown to this day and age.

Of course, I had attention deficit disorder; or, at least the doctor believed so.

The first day of kindergarten school was a total disaster for me.

I was wild and crazy.

My TV watching habits were like those of patients with autism.

No one was really sure what I had.

2nd and 3rd grades in school became my contradictions of innocence.

Many teachers did not enjoy hearing my perseverating questions.

By 3rd and 4th grades in school, a Math teacher attached a microphone to me.

She was speaking microphone and I heard her from a speaker on my shirt.

I was often too much of a distraction in class.

My head was spinning with psychological strings and imaginary abstract.

Middle school was almost a disaster for me.

I ruined my performance in a concert for Music class and made teacher upset.

Reading musical notations was too hard and my parents wanted quiet.

As a result, I was a good loser in Music class.

I sucked at the trumpet.

I hurt the piano.

Poetry writing of my own was still in development for the future.

In high school, my Special Ed teacher diagnosed me with autism.

She said my penmanship was legible but immature.

My mom told her I just had attention deficit disorder and it was harmless.

I could not remember Abraham Lincoln’s speech in American English class.

I could not get any dialect for the speech in weak memory.

In Hollywood, I was a lame, practicing actor with dating problems.

Restaurant managers in Los Angeles were jealous of my edge and intellect.

To Southerners from the South, I always sounded mean.

In London, England, the taxi cab driver did not think I even had a dialect.

He said, “You don’t sound like an American at all.”

To my black girlfriend in Sacramento, California, I sounded old.

She said, “Your voice; you sound like a 50-year old man.”

I was only 21 years old in our relationship at the beginning.

I also had an Asian girlfriend, a Mexican buddy, and a Norwegian guest.

My voice was lost in the spectrum of various cultures in California.

Soon, I was diagnosed with schizophrenia and mood disorder.

Many friends were conservatives; many friends were liberals.

People were confusing me at the state university.

During childhood, I watched way too much TV.

Now, I don’t watch TV much; TV sometimes makes my eyes wet in pain.

I go to bed with voices in my own personal awareness.

My mom was worried about my caffeine addiction.

She wanted “her Alex back” to her.

California was full of failing country lifestyles.

I was still a night owl.

I would travel the streets of Sacramento after 9pm.

A Spanish class student believed my voice sounded Russian.

A fast food worker in Ventura, California believed I sounded German.

A pizza restaurant customer in Tehachapi, California believed I sounded Irish.

A person with autism looked at me and did not believe I had autism.

I was looking sharper and voicing accurate tones in my recent years of age.

But, from my family upbringing, I never really had a dialect.

My words were always specific of unique choice and hard to reach.

While attending Special Education, I was reading AP English.

AP English was a class in high school for very literate vocabulary.

One teacher was a Mark Twain fan and told me I should be a poet.

For a long time, I did not accept poetry as my real passion.

But, from visiting ex-cowboys in Sacramento, I got into the writing style.

At first, from leaving university, my poems were word salads.

With enough practice and patience, I turned it around.

My parents were never very understanding of my language.

My “normal” behavior was never quite normal to anyone.

I talked with Italian immigrants.

I talked with Russian immigrants.

I talked with Japanese immigrants.

I talked with Brazilian immigrants.

I heard both Thai and Catalan and read Muslim poetry from Spain.

Today, I just don’t have the communication people expect me to have.

So, I say nice things in public and mind my own affairs.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/My-Pronouncing-Behavior-951655065

Videogame Review, Demons to Diamonds for the Atari 2600 (w/ New “Modern” Atari VCS)

Videogame Review, Demons to Diamonds for the Atari 2600 (w/ New “Modern” Atari VCS)

When I hear my cell phone’s alarm clock, there’s peace for me and nice sounds.

When I hear Demons to Diamonds, I shout, yell, and scream, “Quiet, it’s too loud!”

Seriously! With my 4K TV, this video game plays more noise than a rattlesnake.

Don’t play unless you put a cow brain into Frankenstein’s head and he meows.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Review-Demons-to-Diamonds-New-Atari-VCS-951518382

Gaming Console Review, “New” Atari VCS (Modern “New” Atari Console)

Gaming Console Review, “New” Atari VCS (Modern “New” Atari Console)

This machine only works because of the internet. In our modern living, we are victims of such circumstance. It only works with internet! Without internet, my machine doesn’t do much. Videogame companies believe that internet is greater than machine. To modern videogame companies, internet is greater than wood, internet is greater than metal, internet is greater than rubber, internet is greater than parts, internet is greater than devices, internet is greater than controllers, internet is greater than buttons, internet is greater than phones, internet is greater than wires, internet is greater than robots, internet is greater than humans, internet is greater than engineers, internet is greater than people, internet is greater than motors, internet is greater than visions, internet is greater than futures, internet is greater than planets, etc. I am very, very upset. Now, in modern technology, people believe that “internet” is greater than everything else. That is really disappointing. The Atari VCS has a lot of good games on it. But, there’s a catch; it’s a serious one. You need internet for EVERYTHING. What ever happened to good, quality sound systems? Why do I have all this junk on my phone? How do people know anything? California’s traffic is getting worse and worse over the years. Programmers now think that internet, the world wide web, actually IS the machine. Ridiculous. Oh, yeah, a 5-year old probably wants to be an astronaut when he grows up. That child also wants to pick his nose. So, the general public is easily forgettable. Programmers and engineers run the show. In the 1990s, the “internet” was just air for the wave. It was like a radio wave. Now, video game companies want the “internet” to be the greatest machine in existence. What was once just air for the wave has now become the imaginary machine of their guilty pleasures. They want internet to be bigger than everything else in the world. Gamers have money. Now, video game companies want internet to be greater than money. They want internet to be greater than all the money in the world. I have difficulty in making purchases with my Atari VCS. The digital receipts are ruins from internet error. What happens when “old games” only exist on the internet anymore? Who says that “old games” will last on the internet forever? You know this question already. We can’t assume that old games will last on the internet forever and ever, and ever, and ever, forever, forever. The internet can run out. We can run out of internet. Even with good connection to internet, we can “run out” of internet. The internet can run out. Data still has to go somewhere. A radio wave can sink down under the motion. The “web” can fade away like a cell phone screen. Cell phone screens already have disordered brightness. Can you imagine a 4K TV? I have problems with my 4K TV quite often. And, my 4K TV is still brand new out of the box. However much machine is in my 4K TV is just a psychological wonder. The Atari VCS has some pretty good controllers and so much data to offer. However, when we get into the storm, any and all “thunder” may not be recoverable. We’re talking about a massive web with missing spiders. Today, you will likely find enough spiders for the web. But, when you handle more and more spiders, the “web” becomes a joke for denial. Nerds always “miss something”. I’m not always much of a nerd. At least I can give important information about my experience. I do not know what will come after the internet is all gone. But, if we lose both the “web” and the spider, we may not be able to create another web again.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Gaming-Console-Review-New-Atari-VCS-951487613

Song Review, “Love Me Do” (Classic Rock, The Beatles)

Song Review, “Love Me Do” (Classic Rock, The Beatles)

Commonplace. My best answer is, “I just do.” Such music today is like a birthday card.

Now, sing:

Happy Birthday to you.

Love me do.

How do you do it?

I just do.

What’s the difference? I speak French while sleeping. More language would be nice.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Song-Review-Love-Me-Do-Classic-Rock-951358593

Poem- “Batman Is a Man”

“Batman Is a Man”

The following is a normal conversation with an old, retired comic book fanatic:

Is Batman, man or bat?

“Manbat.”

Man or bat? You can’t choose both.

“…”

Man or bat? Is he a man, or, is he a bat?

“Just batty.”

What a terrible answer. Only a bat can be “batty”.

A man is manly, not batty.

Evolution Theory requires correct labels for Earth’s animals.

You can’t call a dinosaur a tree and you can’t call a spider a whale.

You have your own body.

And, your body cannot be something else.

You are the only body you have.

That’s it.

You are the only you you have.

A normal person will look at Batman and say, “Oh, he is just a man.”

A crazy person will look at Batman and say, “Oh, a bat.”

A normal person never thinks that Batman is a bat.

He thinks that Batman is just a man.

A crazy person always thinks that Batman is actually a bat.

He thinks that Batman is a bat, an animal, a non-human, a wild creature.

To put it simply, a crazy person never thinks that Batman is a man.

Are you crazy?

If you believe you are not crazy, tell me who Batman really is.

Do you think Batman is just a man?

If you think Batman is “something else” as a man, you’re just a crazy person.

Batman is a man.

A bat is not a man.

So, Batman is not a bat.

He is just a man in a funny costume.

A bat does not even wear man’s clothes.

Period.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Batman-Is-a-Man-951087431

Videogame Review, Granblue Fantasy: Versus for the Playstation 4 (PS4 Game)

Videogame Review, Granblue Fantasy: Versus for the Playstation 4 (PS4 Game)

Preservation is adorable to sinister rise. How itchy, how scratchy! Who knows anything?

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Review-Granblue-Fantasy-Versus-PS4-Game-950920841

Poem- “My Morning Coffee”

“My Morning Coffee”

The earth splits open from traffic of random vehicles.

Unless you are my witness, you don’t have faith to our look.

Allegiance can’t be so imaginary.

High sunshine is dividing from logic to emotion.

My rest is firm to endless decisions.

Rules shouldn’t be that familiar to us.

Singular cause never does justice.

Light exchange is only just fair for another viewer.

Obedience to correct way is necessary for social behavior.

Influence becomes a mixture of entrance and departure.

Have understanding for wisdom before you show off.

Do you treat an offer with respect or foul?

You can’t complete your assignment without judgement.

Reputation surrounds language of knowledge into peace.

Imagine a bowl full of sweet, delicious bubbles under running heat lamps.

Does kindness sink into you yet?

If it’s not ornamental, it’s not faithful.

That bird’s puffy wings get folding in a cloud.

Such approval is craft of hard recognition.

Arrogant people only want strength in their ideas.

Oceans will be the reservoir of wet climate.

Working carts always stand out.

Her hanging fingernails go down and up.

My ring is casting jewel around partial gold.

A burnishing flower looks pretty for organization to elegance.

Recipes become this decorative palm for specifics in food.

You have a name that dwells in my living reference of you to only be you.

My core inclines of health towards salute.

Cause is a daily special.

Enjoyment is just a positive observation.

You must dedicate love to prove a heart’s worth.

Undertaking is a talent, so is a return.

How do we put any experience together for little mistakes?

Breath always goes into a cup while drinking thirst away.

Let the instrumental moment pass.

A blue horse reveals agency to these Californian foothills.

What is new and open to the old and hidden?

Judgements are of service to logic; I’m feeling humble to a belief without.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/My-Morning-Coffee-950757883

Poem- “A Normal Breakfast”

“A Normal Breakfast”

How do you carry the weight for a skill?

When my arrow is broken, you can miss it like that flying rat upon.

Beware of low favors.

A good heart comes from my lemonade to flourishing grains.

Jaguars should bring olives to a firm crystal before his leaf of soft rock.

Lion gobbles his bear claw and melts over silver ground.

How does a judge fall into wells of mixing grace?

You can leave a donkey outside near wet gold.

It’s raining vultures along wooden telephone poles.

One fairy grabs a shovel and cuts into problematic vegetables.

Jewel clerks put us in jeopardy of humor for such expensive imagination.

Can delivery of good news be late or early?

Maybe my dog licks at pasta with her claw inside of a bowl.

Disturbance will sometimes be the necessary handle of things.

Voice should keep up with my face while I’m gentle into brilliant nights.

That ruining web in a corner hurts presence of any spider.

Restoring somebody else’s mind isn’t easy.

You turn my heart into rough sunshine across those light waters.

Imagine a spoon covered with honey and jelly.

Which sweetness is resource for my drink?

Poor communication is like a beard full of mustard and shaving cream.

Most people are the wall of ignorance you must decorate smiles for.

Loneliness rusts with exposure of denial.

Honey is beaming with lost sugar across the giant jar.

Thunderous applause is my foundation of embarrassment.

A blind man has so much trouble seeing his clean hands of wisdom.

Do not over-question the heights of pleasure or much humor will drown me.

When this soul is hard, my doubt is a beautiful question.

On my left hand, I have burning mug; on my right hand, I have cooling milk.

Let me enjoy oatmeal if you please.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Normal-Breakfast-950482109

Poem- “Interests and Money”

“Interests and Money”

Humans will combine interests with money.

Earth is a very big place.

So many interests, so many times.

People can lose their needs and only gain desire.

Tragedy strikes again, and again, and again, and again.

We may not really even know what we need.

Education proves necessary for kitchen management and consumption.

A desire may become a need; a need may become a desire.

Do you really, really know what you want?

Please, I know you want things!

It’s quite natural.

Needs and desires change in our history.

Business and consumerism share interests as the money changes nature.

My interest may be your interest as well.

Situations happen during those waiting periods.

Americans will often say:

“I don’t need to pay money for your interests.”

This quote is false ideology.

You can find ancient evidence about interests and money in the Old Testament.

You can also find millions of books about money.

Every consumer needs to tender agreement with care of rule.

Money is not perfect.

But, we really need it anyway.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Interests-and-Money-950287387

Poem- “General Design”

“General Design”

Food is not always healthy.

However, it’s usually reasonable.

You can have a cookie after you clean my cookie jar.

We get that common sense.

Total absence of nutrition will be very, very rare.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/General-Design-950149555

Poem- “Theology and Poetry”

“Theology and Poetry”

As a philosopher, I have some interest for Theology.

Theology is academic discipline for religions in general.

We get so much meaning from the subject.

Creation is so important for all of us.

Of course, for Theology, general academics is a requirement.

That includes language for grammar and spelling.

Sometimes I go into a church and see grapes and water.

In this church, the preachers give correct quotes and Biblical information.

Theology is at work in this church.

Sometimes I go into another church and see donuts and coffee.

In that church, the preachers give quotes with grammar errors.

They really believe in God.

But, spelling is difficult for them.

Their Biblical information looks like free verse with visible scratches.

And, in that church, Star Wars jokes are common and they don’t fix much.

Is this Theology?

I am not a theologian.

But, I’m sure that spelling the Word of God correctly is necessary.

The preachers in that church can be pretty funny and awkward.

However, their meeting is more like Poetry and less like Theology.

A theologian with concern would be very careful with Biblical grammar.

The Bible has very meaningful grammar and context.

I enjoy reading the Bible at my own hobby of it.

Poetry is the academic subject for so much romanticism and humor.

Theology is more technical than Poetry with spiritual linguistics.

I still go to church and have a good laugh.

Of course, when worship is done, I must be careful.

I’m still a Christian and I have so much knowledge from religious history.

Ancient writers of the Bible would be very careful with spelling.

Eating donuts and joking about grammar is funny.

But that’s really behavior we would expect from a poetry center building.

Theology is different.

Depending on religion, free verse and loose grammar may not be an option.

A theologian would have interest in traditional poetry with organization.

My free verse does not have so much organization.

That’s because I’m a poet, not a theologian.

I must play my role for living.

Not everybody can afford to lecture and debate about Earth much.

Religion gets very time-consuming.

Which grammar books should we consider?

How does spelling impact faith in God?

It depends.

On one hand, words are just words and we should be flexible.

On the other hand, any academic discipline requires organization of text.

Spelling and grammar are always important.

For the Word of God, I have much respect.

I can be a witness with reading and writing according to the right.

But, I must discover my right from observation and critical thinking.

The difference between “it’s” and “its” is not important for free verse poetry.

And, yet, this difference really matters for Theology.

Theology does get very technical with words.

Poetry is more likely to be carefree literature.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Theology-and-Poetry-949695048

Poem- “Home and Art”

“Home and Art”

Artwork is beyond homework.

My home is for this little residence; my art is for that giant world.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Home-and-Art-949479030

Poem- “Pleasure and Poetry”

“Pleasure and Poetry”

To please, or, not to please?

That is not the question.

“Friends” and “enemies” can probably do the same thing.

Pleasure is just soft brain activity.

As long as my method is correct and true, I don’t need to worry.

What happens to you from oversight?

Never get so comfortable with personality.

Maybe you should miss the boat and eat healthy food instead.

Everything is a lot!

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Pleasure-and-Poetry-949211199

Videogame Review, BattleTanx for the Nintendo 64 (N64 Cult Classic)

Videogame Review, BattleTanx for the Nintendo 64 (N64 Cult Classic)

Voltaic highness consumes maintenance for a barrier within qualification. Unload impact.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Videogame-Review-BattleTanx-N64-Cult-Classic-948772712

Videogame Review, Talespin for the Nintendo Entertainment System

Videogame Review, Talespin for the Nintendo Entertainment System

Competition bends under a lost fabric and that hint will polish my slip of mark off.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Videogame-Review-Talespin-NES-948654654

Body Inflation Story- “Water Inflation Does Not Work for Rock Pokemon”

“Water Inflation Does Not Work for Rock Pokemon”

Water inflation does not work for rock Pokemon.

Why?

Well, you cannot inflate any rock with water.

That is not possible.

Sure, I can be a powerful magician.

I can run a magic show.

The audience would come.

And, I would say to the crowd,

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Watch me as I turn this rock Pokemon into a water balloon!”

Would my magic work?

Maybe, maybe not.

Use your imagination.

The audience would probably LAUGH at me and leave the magic show.

You can’t even find water inflation for “rocks” on the internet!

I can turn a rock Pokemon into rubber and inflate it with water.

Or, I can put a garden hose into a rock Pokemon’s mouth and… fail at magic.

The hose would likely just come out of the rock Pokemon’s mouth.

Water just “hurts” rock Pokemon.

Rock cannot really “expand” with water.

Who knows?

But, one thing is usually for certain.

Water inflation will almost always fail for rocks.

If water inflation fails for rocks, water inflation fails for rock Pokemon.

My literature for water inflation and rock Pokemon is a satire.

But, I think the satire would make for an interesting philosophy on magic.

It would be a miracle if a rock Pokemon could blow up into a water balloon.

Such a miracle would require magic, the might of magic, and wizard powers.

Oh, and “air inflation” and “food stuffing” would also fail for rock Pokemon.

Rock is not elastic.

A balloon is never rocky.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Water-Inflation-Does-Not-Work-for-Rock-Pokemon-948519340

My Father’s Personal Music History of California for the 1950s, 1960s

My Father’s Personal Music History of California for the 1950s, 1960s

Alex: “Did your mom ride a donkey?”

Father: Of course. She rode to school on a donkey as a child and her brother pulled the reins. Her brother tied the donkey outside during her school.

Alex: “Oh, almost like the horse who can’t drink water near the source.”

Father: Yes! She rode a donkey to school. That’s exactly what they did before fuel.

Alex: “Did you buy music records during childhood and in the early years?”

Father: No, I just listened to music on radio.

Alex: “Did your parents listen to music?”

Father: No, they did not. They did not like it. But, they did watch music-oriented shows on TV. They did not really entertain much. My parents were retired and very poor. It was a sterile environment. They were just existing.

Alex: “You heard music on radio in the 1960s.”

Father: Yes. I also heard Mozart in middle school. I loved Mozart’s music.

Alex: “Mozart was definitely unique. Did your family go out to eat during this time?”

Father: Rarely, almost never. My parents occasionally took me out with them to Woolworth’s coffee shop. They actually served meals there! Whole, complete meals. Thrifty Drugs had a coffee shop.

Alex: “There was TV in the 1950s.”

Father: “TV” in the 1950s was recorded on video tape, not film. And, it usually wasn’t very good.

Alex: “Did customers in fast food restaurants and diner restaurants dance to music?”

Father: No.

Alex: “No, never?”

Father: No.

Alex: “So, that whole poetic idea of “dancing restaurant customers” was made up? It was made up by artists?”

Father: Yeah. They made it up. Customers don’t dance in a restaurant.

Alex: “Let me get this straight. You never saw customers dance in a restaurant?”

Gary: No. Customers are in a restaurant to eat.

Alex: “Oh. So, the “Grease movie” fashion was just poetry and nobody really did it.”

Father: Yeah. People didn’t do that in a restaurant.

Alex: “Well, maybe they did. There could’ve been a few locations in America pulling off that “dancing restaurant customers” stuff. But those locations were probably very particular and the liberal arts was more rare for the vintage technology. You would probably find that dancing thing in New York or somewhere where there were more and more people. Gasoline was still expensive in your childhood. So, it’s not like your parents could just “drive with gas” everywhere they could imagine. They were like farming people and did not burst with rough vernacular. Even today, near Elvis’s home around Graceland, the old-fashioned restaurant that operates near the property just has calm, cool customers who order their food and just eat. I was there. I visited the restaurant after visiting Elvis’s home. None of the customers were dancing there and the restaurant was only playing Elvis music. I found that surprising.”

Father: It was what it was. My parents were simple-minded people. My father lost all his teeth at some point. He did not talk very much. He was probably embarrassed about the dental problem. He could’ve had sugar growing up and just lost his teeth at an early age. Very sad.

Alex: “Did relatives come over to your parents?”

Father: Yeah. A family from Iowa would visit my parents; they were farmers, and, they raised a handful of cows and grew corn in the fields.

Alex: “Maybe some of your relatives were cowboys and they did not want to tell it to themselves.”

Father: No, they were not cowboys. They were just farmers. They weren’t doing all that “kind” of stuff.

Alex: “I went to Sacramento during my university education in the 2010s. Some people in Sacramento were mean and nasty. To me, they were basically cowboys without cowboy clothes.”

Father: Yeah. People can really be like that.

Alex: “Did your mom play any games?”

Father: A little. She played cards, played Yahtzee, boardgames, and looked out the window. She did not do very much. She was retired.

Alex: “Oh, that makes sense. The comedian George Carlin would look out the window and wonder.”

Father: Yeah, I guess. But what was it for?

Alex: “Well, George Carlin believed it was “healthy” for people to look out the window and wonder. Did your father play games?”

Father: No, only when he was backed in a corner. He played Yahtzee with my mom. Sometimes he played cards and Yahtzee with her. I played cards with my mom. I was very good at a certain card game.

Alex: “When did you become a music lover?”

Father: As a little kid. I loved music as a kid.

Alex: “Yes, you were a young music lover. It’s difficult to tell if music was a “young boy’s” thing. Some of the elderly people probably did not care as much, did they?”

Father: Music is for the young. As people get older they mostly listen to what they grew up with.

Alex: “Well, for your parents, it was different. They probably did not listen to much music, if at all, during their childhood. We’re talking 1900s or even before.”

Father: …

Alex: “That “silence” in childhood was pretty awkward for them, I’m sure. They just didn’t really notice it. Going a day without TV would’ve been very natural during the early-1900s. Religion was more alive. So many Americans in the Great Depression could not afford much TV I’m sure. Radio would’ve been the star for their children perhaps.”

Father: …

Alex: “Do you think I’m correct?”

Father: My parents had little interest in music.

Alex: “You love music. And, your parents did not love music. This creates a memory for a low point in history. It was not unusual for the “old folks” to know little about music. How could they know much? Maybe their childhood was very, very quiet. Really, really quiet! Reading was popular back then. Books were very popular when there was no TV.”

Father: My parents didn’t read either.

Alex: “Oh, your parents didn’t read. Really? Oh my.”

Father: TV only.

Alex: “Man. I know how that feels. So, the parents did not read. But, as a child, you were reading. You were reading newspapers as a child and drank coffee. Those were some good mornings for you. Now, newspapers are dead leaf.”

Father: …

Alex: “Your mother was a teacher from Iowa. She was probably reading in her youth. But, she became a housewife and her husband worked until his 70s years of age. Opportunity for women was less great in those days. TV advertising was about housewives, cooking in the kitchen, and being kind mothers. And, America had less inflation and even a small pocket change of money was extremely valuable.”

Father: …

Alex: “My brothers and I were rich kids. We ate pizza, we had money, we had high class, we went on vacations, we played video games, and so much more. Modern living was wonderful for us. You were reading bedtime poetry to me during my childhood. This is strange. You were a poor kid. You did not create art in your childhood except for some minor things with crayons and markers. You were not really into making art. You still do not create art today. You will “read” poetry today and say to me that you do not read poetry. And, you raised us as your children with this illusion of luxury. We did not always know who you were. We just loved you as our dad.”

Father: Not luxury, but middle class comfort.

Alex: “Well, pizza has been a comfort food for centuries. Arcade machines were fine machines for pizza restaurants. They still have them. In your childhood, there were no video games. Videogames were an adult thing in your life. For your childhood, there was entertainment of a nice variety of TV, radio, and boardgames, but everything was paint-by-the-numbers. Was anyone a freemason in our family?”

Father: No masons. There were on grandma’s side.

Alex: “Close-by grandma, Wendy’s mother?”

Father: …yes, the closely grandma. Mom was a life member of Eastern Star, the masonic women’s group.

Alex: “Good to hear. I did find a box with someone’s sword case and what looked to be a revolutionary hat. Did my little brother show you?”

Father: Yes. I believe it was ours from past relatives.

Alex: “It’s interesting. I looked on the card that came with the material. But, it was just business print with nothing written on it. I’m glad you saw it.”

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