WHEN I WAS YOUNG

I have a theory as to why I remember deep into childhood. Life was less complicated, confused and cluttered when I was young. Far less static and distraction. I was not bombarded by technology. There was radio and the occasional movie. A trip to Seattle was a big deal. We drove to visit relatives in Montana in our ’41 Chrysler in the Summer of ’54. Big Event! I can tell you everything about that trip and I was 3 1/2! The radio was always on. I absorbed the music. Original Hank Williams is nostalgic to me. I pre-date Rock and Roll and I, too, wondered how much that doggie in the window cost. Then we got TV, my Grandmother liked American Bandstand because the boys and girls dressed nice and were so polite. The rest is History!

~~Mark Allan Johnson

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Author: markallan50

Mark Allan Johnson—an unrepentant New Dealer and undaunted optimist born in Port Angeles, Washington, A Cultural Irish Catholic who finds wisdom in Pope Francis, Buddha, Theodore and Franklin Roosevelt, Mahatma Gandhi, Rumi, Robert Kennedy, Kahlil Gibran, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Albert Einstein, Mother Teresa and the Dalai Lama and qualities to emulate in Ernest Hemingway, Paris, Bob Dylan, New York City, J.R. Tolkien, Ludwig van Beethoven, John Steinbeck, Muddy Waters, Basho, Jack Kerouac, Hermann Hesse, Kurt Vonnegut, Frank Sinatra, Pablo Picasso, Dave Brubeck, Robert Heinlein, Vincent Van Gogh and Johann Sebastian Bach. He has found reward working more than three decades with the intellectually challenged, loves his wife, Judy, and is looking forward to graduating from the Workaday World with a confidence that the best is yet to be revealed. He is a frequently published poet. "The Last Resort" is his first novel..

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