Lemonade, anyone?

I’ve been writing this blog now since November 5, 2020

It was an eye opening moment for me, one where God stepped into my thoughts, and invited me to chat over a cup of coffee.

I wanted to share that moment with others, but it’s like sharing that sentence that’s near the end of Babbit,

“Gosh, dad, are you really going to be human?”

Babbit, Last page

See 🤪 I told ya!

That moment summed up my whole life. And that’s the story I have to tell.

By the way…

There’s more than a few books where the end brings about a true climax! You suddenly find yourself in an unexpected ecstasy! And you couldn’t have gotten there by any short cut.

• Babbit “Gosh, dad, are you really going to be human?”
• The Great Gatsby, “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter. Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… and one fine morning… So we beat on, Boats against the current, Borne back ceaselessly into the past.
• The Count of Monte Cristo, “‘Wait and hope (Fac et spera)!’”
• Darkness At Noon, the last page has so much in it, but that book I’d listened to as an audiobook… and I didn’t see the end coming! Read it! And you’ll know what I mean!

Lemonade’s not like that… it’s all there, in a jug, for a dime a glass, and the dime’s going to the good cause of that young person serving it to you.

So today I’m putting up my guns. No more shoving my tripe down your throats. The Lemonade stand is in my wagon, and I’m not walking back to my house.

Here’s a tangent filled bag of tripe that I made when I first wrote this post. Also known as the fabled Shitty First Draft.