ALL GONE
Raphine, VA
July 2001
When Brian, my brother, was a kid, we bought him crazy
birthday gifts. He was an inquisitive
kid who liked to tinker with things, even at a young age. So we bought him duck tape, string, rubber
bands, wiring, paper clips, yarns, construction paper, material scraps,
etc. He would sit for hours, humming and
constructing all sort of crazy structures.
So when Jameson, his son, turned three, I put together a
little package of things for him to use construct his own little world. One thing I gave him that was a big hit was a
mallet. He loved it and immediate
started hammering on the tables and windowsills and other hard surfaces.
“Hey Jameson, why don’t you take that out to the hard and
hammer thing out there,” my brother suggested.
“OK,” he replied and off he went. Sometime later, he came in all excited. “All gone,” he definitively announced.
“What’s all gone?” my brother asked.
“The thing,” he responded boastfully.
“Show us what’s all gone,” Brian said as he led Jameson to
the door. Jameson walked right up to my
car and pointed to the back panel of my car where my antenna once protruded.
“See, all gone.” And
yes, he was right, my antenna was now lodged deep in an encased area, never to
capture a sound wave again.
