I have regaled you with stories of the
famous, the near famous and not-at-all famous people. I have jogged your
memory, refreshed your page, helped you look back and see the glass half full.
I coaxed smile from the stress on your face.
I might have bored you here and there.
Maybe I was a little too sweet for your taste. A little too pie in the sky at
times.
But I didn’t see a reason to plant my
two feet on the ground considering the audience.
You have not had to endure a single
pop-up ad for all this. I have asked for nothing in return.
I was respectful that I am a guest in
your house. Until now.
Please sir, can I have some more?
More
Moe of the Three Stooges singling out the only quiet little boy in the crowd
outside a movie theatre and waving to him from the Stooge Coach.
More
running into Janis Joplin years later by accident and Pearl offering me “Want
an f’ing drink” from the bottle of Southern Comfort that was in her hand?
More
of after asking Mickey Mantle for
three autographs to John, I asked him for just one more for my father-in-law.
He smiled and half-believing me said, “Ok what’s his name?” I answered, John.
It really was. He smiled and took my pen.
Can I have some more, sir, of my son
who keeps in touch and up to date almost every day by phone. I didn’t try to be
his friend. Only his father. And we ended up being friends.
(Less of when the other kids,
even after being downgraded to text messages, don’t text me back.)
More, sir. I'm hungry for more of the
slow food movement and more of the Anti-FaceBook people.
More
of the instant gratification that is the struggle to write. More of the instant
gratification that is in the joy of cooking.
More
communion.
More
because we all have more to offer you - and each other.
More feelings, sir or madam.
More feelings, sir or madam.
More
feeling, kind sir.
More being on your own. Needing nothing. Nothing to lose, not a
thought to the consequences. The good parts of nothing.
More,
not of man-made entitlements but what we’re all naturally entitled to. Parents
who teach us how to fly and, then, show me the door – and the way – but not
before we’re ready.
Teachers who believe in us. Tell us we
can do it and help us believe in ourselves.
Friends, or maybe just people in
general, that give us a sense of we’re all in this together.
I’d like more of these things. I know
there’s more than enough to go around.
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