Topic: "Beach Music" (7)
This week, Frodo was reminded of a tale he penned November 29, 2005, about a young man named Mehamed Gomez. If you have the time, and/or the interest, it is a pleasant trip back via GOOGLE to read the story, knowing that almost exactly six years later the young man would GOOGLE his own name, and find the story which Frodo had written about him. Frodo was refreshed learning that the young man had come across "two paths in a yellow wood," and that he had taken the one least traveled by. Frodo hopes that it will make all the ddifference.
The miracle of the Internet had helped Frodo to fashion that vignette which he had felt might promote a tug of a heartstring or two. Thinking about others is something that Frodo has noted as a disappearing fact in the lives of those who inhabit Middle Earth. He became philosophical in that regard when he heard the plethora of statistical data documenting the steadily increasing gulf between rich and poor. It strikes him hardest when he learns that the land encompassing the Shire is the site of the greatest disparity of all.
The nattering nabobs occasionally strike at the truth, as if there are indeed an infinite number of monkeys typing from infinite keyboards in order to produce all of the great works, and Frodo heard one say that the self-indulgence we experience is what characterizes our lack of apparent concern when exposed to the suffering of others. Frodo, too, falls subject thereto.
He leaves on the morrow, with Sam and Mick, the Wonder Dog, for an opulent celebration, in the sort of idyllic setting which tempts almost all. He will not take his PC, and shurely there will be an even greater absence of print journalism. There will be the black-and-white, but Frodo knows that the surf, sand, guided fishing, sea treats and hardbounds will dominate the days which introduce his entry to the midnight hours of human existence. He looks forward to walks with his canine friend, who has never seen salt water. He will bend and uproot shells with Sam, and he will tune out the mindless rhetoric which adds to his discomfort on Mount Doom.
There is guilt.
There is also the memory of Clarence Carter, the Tams, and the melodic interplay which helps to clear the fog. Frodo is looking for a dance floor, self-indulgent it may be.