As I approached the bus shelter near the fire station on Roger
Williams Ave. , I noticed a big tin garbage can that had not been there
before. I instantly attributed it to the thoughtfulness of Senator Bob
Kells, who lives in the neighborhood. My family remembers him as a good
neighbor ( even for a politician ) .
With eyes on the garbage can, the old bum in me asked : " What's in
it for me ? " On the very top of the heap was a whole copy of the Providence
Journal. I reflected on the etymology of the word EPHEMERAL . The headline
about Clinton's impeachment would one day be as stale a memory as " Watergate "
- whatever FATE or DEMOCRACY OR CONSPIRACY decides .
But I had just enough time at the bus stop to read a letter of mine
that appeared that Monday (Dec.14 ) . In the letter I argued rather
facetiously that I was entitled to half of Mo Vaughn's $ 87.5 million
as " compensation " for abused and exploited ancestors.
How comical are we humans : with hands in the trash can, we can still
dream about reaching the stars. For most of us every day is DREAMTIME .
That letter of mine was titled :" What's in it for me? "
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