38 OW

Occupy Wall Street!

“Maybe we should head to Wall Street?” I asked Xena and Rosie last night.  I’d been thinking of it for the last couple of weeks, wanting to belong to a family that would include, not only Xena and Rosie, but others. 

Xena stopped looking at her homework and faced me as only she can.  Direct and laser like attention. 

“New York?” She asked.

“Maybe.”

“New York in New York?”

“The Town.”

“We can leave right now if you’re sure that’s what is meant for us.”

“I feel,” I continued, “that we should be part of the movement.”  I didn’t quite know how to say that I wanted to belong to something bigger than our threesome.  I didn’t know if OW was the thing to do, or not.  It seemed like a likely place to start.

“OK,” Xena said a second time.  “We can be ready in ten minutes.”  She started to get up to pack their stuff. 

“What about school and the here and now?”  I was a little taken aback by how readily she would go where I wanted.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to go; maybe I was just throwing out an idea, a possible path, and a maybe.

“Remember what Mrs. Washington said in class the other day, when she said that if all the people who said that they were at Woodstock actually gone, then the state would have been full.”

I nodded kind of knowing where she was going.

“And remember,” she continued, “what Mrs. Washington said about all the people who said that they were in the jungle in the Viet Nam war, had actually been there, then all the bases in the US would have been empty.”

“Yeah,” I answered again.

“And, this is my favorite,” she said.  “Remember what she said about all the people who think that they were at Haight Asbury, could have been there, but weren’t, because there wasn’t that much LSD.”  I didn’t answer.

“So,” Xena finished, “if we should go and be a part of the movement, then we should.  Right now, tonight, not tomorrow, not next week or next year.”  She paused.

Rosie wagged her tail and rolled on her side for me to rub her tummy.  I did.

Xena was right.  We should go, if that is what was needed.  But was it needed?  Was Occupy all over, even if the New York part was the current beginning?  We’d both been at the Wichita Occupy when we marched on the Koch Building and at the court house downtown.

Xena just sat and looked intently at me.  It seemed that it would be my decision.

“Let’s wait a bit,” I finally said.  I wasn’t sure but it was nice to know that Xena would go with me if I found it necessary to go.  Back to Bloomsday and Jimmy Joyce, as Xena calls him.

Occupy Wall Street!

“Maybe we should head to Wall Street?” I asked Xena and Rosie last night.  I’d been thinking of it for the last couple of weeks, wanting to belong to a family that would include, not only Xena and Rosie, but others. 

Xena stopped looking at her homework and faced me as only she can.  Direct and laser like attention. 

“New York?” She asked.

“Maybe.”

“New York in New York?”

“The Town.”

“We can leave right now if you’re sure that’s what is meant for us.”

“I feel,” I continued, “that we should be part of the movement.”  I didn’t quite know how to say that I wanted to belong to something bigger than our threesome.  I didn’t know if OW was the thing to do, or not.  It seemed like a likely place to start.

“OK,” Xena said a second time.  “We can be ready in ten minutes.”  She started to get up to pack their stuff. 

“What about school and the here and now?”  I was a little taken aback by how readily she would go where I wanted.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to go; maybe I was just throwing out an idea, a possible path, and a maybe.

“Remember what Mrs. Washington said in class the other day, when she said that if all the people who said that they were at Woodstock actually gone, then the state would have been full.”

I nodded kind of knowing where she was going.

“And remember,” she continued, “what Mrs. Washington said about all the people who said that they were in the jungle in the Viet Nam war, had actually been there, then all the bases in the US would have been empty.”

“Yeah,” I answered again.

“And, this is my favorite,” she said.  “Remember what she said about all the people who think that they were at Haight Asbury, could have been there, but weren’t, because there wasn’t that much LSD.”  I didn’t answer.

“So,” Xena finished, “if we should go and be a part of the movement, then we should.  Right now, tonight, not tomorrow, not next week or next year.”  She paused.

Rosie wagged her tail and rolled on her side for me to rub her tummy.  I did.

Xena was right.  We should go, if that is what was needed.  But was it needed?  Was Occupy all over, even if the New York part was the current beginning?  We’d both been at the Wichita Occupy when we marched on the Koch Building and at the court house downtown.

Xena just sat and looked intently at me.  It seemed that it would be my decision.

“Let’s wait a bit,” I finally said.  I wasn’t sure but it was nice to know that Xena would go with me if I found it necessary to go.  Back to Bloomsday and Jimmy Joyce, as Xena calls him.

http://occupywallst.org/