My father was born in 1898, my mother was born in 1907. My father and mother both rode in wagons pulled by horses and my father was a delivery boy with a buggy in Chicago. They went from horse and buggy to Model A’s and T’s,lived during the War to End all Wars WWI, the depression, WW II, Korea, Vietnam, witnessed Sputnik and John Glenn, and the First Step for Mankind. They did not live long enough to see cell phones and desk tops, lap tops, and the like. However, I am sure they would have taken it in stride. But I wonder if something was lost to all of us way back when the first Ford was rolled off the assembly line and we entered the “modern” age? Imagination was my childhood friend, not a TV screen.
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I would hope that anyone who reads my poetry understands that I write what comes to my mind and it doesn't mean I'm the reality of the words. I mean that just because I write about alcoholism does not mean I am the character in the poems. I write about those I've known and those I know and a very wide grouping that is of sinners and saints, those who know who and where they are going and those who are completely lost. I am empathic. I write in the first person because I feel the reality of what I am writing about. Like Dean Martin pretending to be drunk while performing I am not what it may seem. Just a thought as I know some out there who read what I write see the words and not the art or the understanding of the problem I am commenting on, nor do they understand that the comment is for the purpose of illustration and not my own personal reality. Married to a wonderful woman who is my best friend. Ronald Reagan Conservative Republican. Masters of Accounting-Taxation, United States Marine, taught for 10 years at the University of South Florida, held the following professional certifications: CPA, CVA, CFA. Published author, currently writing three novels and a ton of poems. View all posts by Gordon