[Dedicated to dd: King of the Roundish Café Table, He who posed the Question, and to seashell, She of the Miraculous Computer and the Answer to Life]
Act III - The Meaning Explained
From seashell I got The Key, the answer that explains my life:
No, TheraP. You are a Democrat and don't use closets. Try looking under the bed for whatever it is you are looking for.
(Well, that was it! The Answer I'd been looking for. Even though our bed has drawers under it and no room for shoes there....)
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Act II - The Existential Crisis
The Question that has haunted my life for over half a century:
Where are my shoes?
A life of searching, of questioning....
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Act I - As I now understand it
Setting: A house in New Jersey, during the McCarthy Era
Mine was a Republican Childhood
Downstairs - two finished bedrooms (with closets)
• One for my Republican parents
• Another for my little sister (now a repub)
Upstairs - in the Unfinished Attic
My brother and I were slowly turning into Dems
There were no closets!
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