Sunday, May 03, 2009
In my politically incorrect room.
CP discovered this picture of my boyhood bedroom. Now I count a total of twelve guns. The long horn antlers above the bed with my Davy Crockett coon skin cap would really make P.E.T.A.'s day. How about that Conestoga Wagon on my nightstand, a little reminder of how the evil white man stole the Indian's land. My Tom Tom for when I played Cowboys and Indians. On the floor is my record player with it's assortment of patriotic songs e.g. "The Battle of New Orleans", "Big John" and the "Davy Crockett" theme song. If you look close you can see my "3-D Viewfinder" and my Hardy Boys novels. You just don't see kids with scrapbooks or doing Venus-Paint-By-Number anymore. Not an i-Pod to be seen anywhere. Like me, my old room probably belongs in a museum.