BLACK AND WHITE

161 – Wednesday, June 10, 2009 - In the dawning hours, as I anxiously awaited the accompaniment of my life’s love to join me in our den, toting that aromatic brew which ever serves to help brush away the cobwebs of the previous night’s repose, I flipped on the TV to catch the early edition of the morning news. Experiencing some ‘temporary technical difficulties’, for a brief five or six seconds, the screen display hosted a picture devoid of color, and it evoked a chuckle inspired from within my memories. Somewhere around twenty-plus years ago, Cynthia and I were watching a November documentary covering the assassination of former President John Fitzgerald Kennedy on the color television in our family room. Ben would have been perhaps seven or eight years old and, unaccustomed to seeing a picture on that tube without hue, he queried about what we were watching. He was informed by us that the man on the program was the president when we were in high school and had been tragically killed. A strange look overshadowed his face and his visage contorted in a manner we had never acutely before observed. Our son was sullen, pensive, and somber, but after several prolonged moments of poignant pause, in astonishment, purposefully asked, “Mom? When you and dad were in school, was the world in black-and-white?” Yes, my beloved son – much more so than today!

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