David Hendry:
CLASS OF 1960
Harrison Central High SchoolClass of 1960
Gulfport, MS
Orange Grove High SchoolClass of 1960
Gulfport, MS
Orange Grove High SchoolClass of 1955
Gulfport, MS
David's Story
July 31, 2023
I don't remember much about school. It's all water long since gone under the bridge anyway and I don't even remember where that bridge was nor is it important where it was.
Maybe not for some, but for me tomorrow is an important thing. It comes at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and puts itself in my hands. It hope's I've learned something from yesterday. I hope I have. I have the scar tissue to show that I have. At least, now I know to not to do it again. Funny thing about a hot stove is that it will burn you every time you touch it no matter where or how you touch it and you either deal with that reality or it deals with you.
Some people were born in the wrong century. I am one of them. The signs of me being out-of-place are everywhere. My bookshelves are full of historical and Victorian novels. I believe in duty, obligation and responsibility. I believe that you really can have too much fun and that it is never good for you. I don’t speak the language of the 20 th century. I don’t want to share anyone’s concerns, facilitate, implement, gather input, get my act together, or have meaningful relationships. I would rather love, help, do, understand, get married or sit and talk face to face. I want real words broken by real silences.
No one seems to be satisfied with being a regular guy anymore. Regular means you don’t have to give yourself a fancy title like Execu...Expand for more
tive Director, or Chief this or that. You can be a pilot, carpenter, electrician, mechanic or just you. Who needs superlatives? A janitor is a janitor even if you call him an Enviromental Custodian. I want people to be busy doing real things rather than make work projects, boring and worthless company meetings, and other ways to waste time and money. I don't want to be part of the in-crowd loop that always gets the memo. I have more important things to do. I have a life to live.
I want the genuine article. I want to see unkept hair, wrinkled faces, callused hands, dirty fingernails and lively eyes. I want mothers who smell like bacon and fathers who smell like hay. I want coffee to smell like coffee, flowers to be freshly picked, grass to be grass, school to be school, and church to be church.
The 20 th century is no fun. I am tired of sophisticated intellectuals, bumbling bureaucrats, climate change theories, Covid statistics, sex clinics, how-to-books, over-sell and under value. I want to think about God. I want to laugh from the gut. I want to cut the deep stuff and get to the real stuff. I want the truth. I want a real life, not a pretend life- style.
The place I want to be is home. When the people of the 20 th century have had their fill of nonsense, maybe someone will light the lamp, fluff up their pillows, turn down the covers and give them a place to lay their heads. I hope so anyway.
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