I lost my memories to injuries but dreams drifted back like Caspar
The Friendly Ghost
I remember the so-called wasteland of Television. I saw a
cowboy ride from Death Valley Days and into the South Bronx as President Ronald
Reagan.
From his podium set upon rubbles of stones, he surveyed our
town and promised to change the wasteland of burnt out buildings. This is where
we had war games when I was a boy who wanted to be Captain America versus The
Nazis.
TV was our first drug of choice that made us go where one
has ever gone before…
I recall making a wish to write the Great American Novel by
living life like one. Be careful for what you wish for wishes have a way of
coming true in The Cyber Zone
My thanks to The New York Public Library for helping make
true a boy’s dream
Book them, Dano.
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