1977 Essay

     Was clearing out some stuff and I came upon an assignment I wrote in the 4th grade.  It tickled my fancy.  4th grade will always have been my very favorite segment of life.  This would be a scant 7 months before my heart troubles took front and center.

     There is a blog I follow, 70s-child, I'm from the same era so it resonates for me.  And the essay or assignment I think speaks to an innocence long gone by.  It also speaks of a future that I never quite would know either.  To have made this essay a reality the year would have been 2002.

     First and foremost, there were no homeless.  They were tramps, hobo's, bums.  Usually from my recollections portrayed as kindly scamps, at least on television.  I loved the idea of it.  In fact one year I went as a bum for Halloween.  Fingerless gloves.  Mom burned some cork so as to give me an unkempt beard.  It was great.  Well I wanted to do something different so here it is.

May 1, 1977.  4-M Language
     When I am 25 I am going to try the first few years as a bum because I have always wondered what a bum's life was like.  Here are some of the things I would like to know, where do they sleep, what do they eat?
     After I am going to sell computers, in the city.  my dad sold terminals.  these were things used to talk to the actual computer.  I had no real clue.  This would be years before P.C.'s would be a reality.  I'm going to have a house in the country and a dog.

     To get to work I will take the train to the city.  But I will have to get up early.  When I get to the city I will stop somewhere for breakfast.


     That is where it ends.  Pure innocent youth.  What lay just ahead of him is incomprehensible to him.  I'm glad I was that child once.

-later.