Comes the Dawn
As a young idealistic college student, majoring in Coors and 8-Ball, I would frequently gaze out my dorm room window and witness some ill-mannered, unshaven, filthy species of subhuman strolling across the campus green. Invariably, this beast would have a cheerleader on his arm, seemingly enthralled with every monosyllabic grunt the troglodyte uttered.
Being an ill-mannered, unshaven, filthy species of subhuman myself, I couldn’t help but wonder, “What’s he got that I haven’t got?”
The simple answer came from Crazy Neil, a fellow Trout Hall resident who lived in the 10’ X 10’ box next door.
“The courage to ask,” Neil informed me.
Apparently, Neil knew me better than I knew myself.
I learned the lesson from CN myself. When I was a skinny runt I decided the worst that could happen if I asked was to be rejected. I was a few times, but I dated some very beautiful girls--much to the surprise of my friends!
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In too many arenas, unfortunately, I still have trouble reconciling action with the intellectual realization.
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Good point and beautifully stated!
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Thanks, Montucky.
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I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful.
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