Connections, by Ricky

The Earth is a spider-web of connections: gravitational, magnetic, electrical, chemical, mechanical, physical, and metaphysical. We, as Earthlings, maneuver ourselves and navigate these webs without much conscious thought, except for safety (not counting those under the age of 25).

Everyone surely realizes that all of us are connected to something, if only to our electronic devices, or perhaps to our bank accounts, or vehicles, or pets, or relatives if they are lucky and one gets careless. These tend to be emotional connections rather than those I previously listed. One could also make a case that, besides being mostly a bag of water, Earthlings are just a collection of living connections in the manner of the hip bone is connected to the thigh bone, etc.

Everyone has connections. I have connections and not just with my God Father. (Or is that Father God? At my age, I have seen too many movies to keep it straight.) I am connected to my electronic devices and my friends and relatives, living and departed. Through a hobby of genealogy, I stay connected to my forebears and the proverbial three bears. I am even connected to Dr. Seuss’s Tweetle Beetles.

“Let’s have a little talk about tweetle beetles.

When tweetle beetles fight,

it's called a tweetle beetle battle.

And when they battle in a puddle,

it's a tweetle beetle puddle battle.

AND when tweetle beetles battle with paddles in a puddle,

they call it a tweetle beetle puddle paddle battle.

AND...

When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle

and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle...

...they call this a tweetle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle.

AND...

When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles

and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles...

...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle

bottle paddle battle.” From Fox in Sox © by Dr. Seuss

Mayhap my 12-year old persona is connected to Dr. Seuss but it is also connected to Peter Pan. In fact, both of my personas are intimately connected. I know Peter’s favorite place to eat — Wendy’s. Does anyone know Peter better than I? Can you tell me why Peter flies? I know. He flies because he Neverlands.

I feel connected to each of you in our story telling group. Although, some of those connections may have been weakened or broken entirely by the previous trio of juvenile revelry.

I am connected: to the historical past, to those who die tragically in accidents or acts of Satan or acts of man. In other words, I am emotionally connected to everyone to some degree or another. That is why I often cry.

Perhaps the poet John Donne expressed it best (400 years ago) in his poem No Man is an Island.

No man is an island, entire of itself;

every man is a piece of the continent,

a part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less,

as well as if a promontory were,

as well as if a manor of thy friend’s

or of thine own were.

Any man’s death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind;

and therefore never send to know

for whom the bell tolls;

it tolls for thee.

The end of the poem tells us that when we hear the bells ringing that someone has died, we don’t need to ask who it is. It is as if a part of us died as well because we are all connected to each other. Although it seems like a sad poem when one first reads it, understanding the idea of it – that we are all connected and important – can help one be more concerned about other people. When something happens on the other side of the world, it still affects everyone. If one feels sad or happy about something that seems unrelated to you, this poem explains why that is okay. It’s okay to be interested in people one doesn’t know. It’s okay to be concerned about people one has never met. Because, everyone is a part of mankind — including me and my Rickyisms.

© 24 April 2017

About the Author

I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in Lawndale and then in Redondo Beach. Just prior to turning 8 years old in 1956, I began living with my grandparents on their farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my parents divorced.

When united with my mother and stepfather two years later in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California, graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966. After three tours of duty with the Air Force, I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11 terrorist attack.

I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010. I find writing these memories to be therapeutic.

My story blog is TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com