Even If Your Watch Is Full Of

Liberation, I Guess, Is Everybody Getting What They Think They Want, Without Knowing The Whole Truth. Or In Other Words, Liberation Finally Amounts To Being Free From Things We Don't Like In Order To Be Enslaved By Things We Approve Of. Here's To The Eternal Tandem.

When My Father Finally Got Around To Teaching Me To Drive, He Was Impressed At My "natural" Talent For Driving, Not Knowing That I Had Already Been Secretly Driving My Mother's Car Around The Neighborhood. When I Took The Test And Got My License And My Father Gave Me My Own Set Of Keys To The Car One Night At Dinner, It Was A Major Rite Of Passage For Him And My Mother. Their Perception Of Me Had Changed And Was Formally Acknowledged. For Me The Occasion Meant A Private Sanction To Do In Public What I Had Already Been Doing In Secret.

And I’m Not Confused About The Lack Of, Or The Need For, Imagination In Low Or High Places. We Could Do Better We Must Do Better. There Are Far Worse Things To Drop On People Than Crayolas.

Do You Ever Go Off With A Long Grocery List And Come Home From The Store With A Bunch Of Different Stuff? And Somebody In The Family Unsacks The Groceries And Wants To Know Why You Got This And Didn't Get That And Just Where Is The Whatever? And You Want To Say, 'well, Just Be Glad I Came Back, Okay?' And The Unpacker Says, 'well, Next Time Bring What's On The List.'

But Love May Have To Be Left Off The Exam. Most Of Us Will Never Learn.