Welcome Back Germany

[dic...@prodigy.net]

I was out yesterday in my neighborhood with my companion of 22 years
and our basset hound. It was the usual noon dog walk after lunch. It's rare
to see people in NYC looking up, unless there is a leaper, or a building on
fire, some workmen dangling precariously from scaffolding, etc.
I rarely look up, especially because I am always keeping our dog in tow.
I hadn't noticed at first that everyone was looking to the skies. In
fact, my companion and I had gone about three blocks before I noticed our
dog wasn't getting her usual attention from people on the streets, and I
wondered why. Most people stop to pet and ooh and ah over our girl.
I was utterly amazed to see everyone looking towards the skies. And,
there seemed to be a lot of conversation. It became apparent that whatever
it was, everyone was in a state of confusion over it.
I nudged my companion and asked him what everyone was looking at? I
didn't even bother to look. I tend to be blasé. Anything can happen in NYC,
and if people were looking up and it was really important, I'd hear all
about it on the news. I could wait, but if my companion cared to look up and
tell me, fine.
Well, he claimed that he had no idea, and then suggested we might find
some stoop sales. Stoop sales in the city are like garage sales in suburban
communities. So, we headed down a side street.
But, then I heard a lady say, it looks like Germany. I stopped and
looked up to the sky. I squinted from the rays of the sun, and soon saw why
everyone was looking. It was sky writing. I laughed, and thought, oh it's
advertising, then proceeded down the side street.
Then suddenly, my companion mumbled, "how odd."
Our dog, of course, now that I was sufficiently distracted, chomped on
some piece of bone she found. But, it was too late to do anything about it.
I looked up at the sky to see what my companion thought was odd.
The sky writing read, "Welcome Back To Germany."
I gave it some thought, and suddenly felt chilled. My companion had his
eyes cupped with his hands, looking up at it.
World War II Germany came to mind. Hitler came to mind. GWB came to
mind.
A young couple next to us suggested to each other that it might be a
travel advertisement. I piped in and suggested it might be a political one.
They looked at me as if they didn't get the gist of why I'd say such a
stupid thing. I shrugged.
My companion, who is well aware of my political views, gave me that
look, which said, don't start.
Well, we walked on and I thought about the sky writing. I thought about
it when we got home, and I thought of my post I made a few days back about
the events about to unfold in the world.
I didn't know whether to feel good or bad about what was written in the
sky that afternoon. But I thought, are there others like me with feelings of
ill ease and fears for the state of affairs of our great Country. Are there
others old enough to know and remember how quickly it might all become
jeopardized by something like the GWB administration?
I thought of what I know about the ET connection, and the connection
with religious fundamentalist and fanatics and far right wing agendas. And,
I thought, how appropriate. Yes, how poignant. Welcome Back Germany, indeed.
Wish it had said Welcome Back to America The Land of the Free.

[Paul Whitehead]

In article <9IQk7.16786$6i5.219...@newssvr17.news.prodigy.com>,
dic...@prodigy.net writes

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