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Once an Eagle Dared...
A Story of the American Road
By Richard Ozanne
It was coffee talk, at a cafe somewhere in New York that we can easily envision two people were talking, courting the day in rhetoric. An old business man, his suit wrinkled, hairline receded to a bald polished glow was lecturing a young man who was attempting to get his foot in the door when our story begins. The old business man explained, his voice graveled from three pack a day smoking, as the explanation of the world and how it work proceeded without hesitation: “You see..” marked the businessman, “...Our world is the business day! Its a busy day. The office has produced more paperwork than meaning, but each page, word, paragraph must be vetted, committee meetings attended, sales must be higher, working hours longer...push young man! Push!” The young man looked and studied the older wisdom with no inquiry but was persuaded by his words. “...Until we decorate our lives with capital gain, to impress, control and pass to the next generation without guilt we haven’t lived...Thats the way the cookie crumbles..Each day giving some essence for the next day that passes in work, young man, and someday you will be able to climb the ladder if you work!” The young man neither had time to question nor introject his thoughts, the business man controlling the attention like a master general. “Profit! Thats the key word!” he exclaimed, his voice then suddenly silencing to a whisper, “Take'em and shake em...Turn em up side down!...Sales!” In some figure of speech, the young man was looking worried, his inner values being checked at each corner.
“Rigorous work, potentially, financially and ready to host the most important issues of the day, cater to our earthly gains, our post in life, in values in a big house, a big car, that’s what you want son...” he spouted, as though a coffee kettle boiled with the last water jutting in steam, “Outward success..onward to gain, status...the final success...Take no prisoners...Remember the only God is named Bill, Dollar Bill!!!”
The setting took place in the very early years of the 1980’s, the beginning of an age of dreamy possibilities and nuance.
The session ended. The two going their own ways. The young man in that corporate job seemed exhausted, the days getting longer, pay the same. Ways and means not apparent. Not even his tie was on straight, and his eyes were beginning to show baggage like the old mans. He thought of his life,goals in retrospect. Soon he quit the job. It was merely an existence that paid little more than rent and set off, and back to school.
He did very well, and earned his way in upgrades, graduate through Masters, and yet a terminal degree, to outline some of his experience.
On one day of passing he met the old businessman again. He topped the table with parchment, and award. Unfortunately it was felt as politically incorrect, and the old man grinded his teeth in a form of despotic jealousy aimed at the young man. “What are these?!” he said bitingly as he thumbed through his portfolio, pushing it away, and then picked up his highest attainment, “Buy you a cup of coffee with this!” he snapped, plowing it down on the table in an insulting way. Now its time to get a real job!”, and continued to snicker with the devil under his breath.
Fast-forward to the earlyu years of the 21st century. The angels of opportunities and success gave birth to a very short term renaissance and optimism. Some were seeing an awakening, a brand of new conciousness...too many found foil, some leaving to a re-aqquisitioned nightmare.....of lessons.
This is an American Story of dreams and freedoms.
It begins as through a new arrival and citizenry of dreams, by a long journey abroad that fashions ideals, tailored dreams and cornered realities. It is a book of a return to America after years of being abroad,
The story below it true. Some of the names and incidents have been changed to augment and distribute the aspect of metaphor as well as a visual-linguistic statement, which, if possible is a written attribute to the element of painting in the art of literature. This is my attempt at poetic sense of justice being served, of a life of an artist and his travels on the American Road...
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