January 14, 2005

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  License to Dream

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Lying in bed, I knew what I wanted to say.  Sitting here in Starbucks, I am stumbling toward an explanation.  Why does that movie still make me cry? 

  
  

   

  
  

  Our imaginations are supposed to dry up when we become grown-ups.  But what if they didn’t?  What if we fed them the way Barrie did, while he was writing Peter Pan?

  
  

   

  
  

  ZackFuller  still has his imagination fully in tact.  And with the fanciful way he entertains us, one hardly knows what’s real and what’s not.  Crossing that line smoothly is an art.  It’s why John Irving was my favorite author.  But some years back he lost me, and I never read him again.  He’d gone too far and left me behind.  I went to the library today and checked out Widow for a Year, wanting to take another look.

  
  

   

  
  

  As I try my voice out, making little peeps here and there, I know why I cried in the theatre.  I have found a vehicle, which validates imagination.  It allows us to fly.

  
  

   

  
  

  Watching that truck driver this morning back his 16 wheeler, into the narrow entrance of the car lot, in pitch dark, across a four-lane highway, I marveled.  Like Barrie, the guy had faith.  He knew he was good, and he barely slowed down.  He backed that baby up, with no room for mistakes, and he stopped traffic to do it.  Guys who put themselves out there are my heroes.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

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