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As a submissive and passive lad... and boyish looking sexagenarian with similar disposition, I revel(ed) reading in general (and spent carefree idle summer days squirreled away with tomes of posthumous authors) buoyed aloft in seventh heaven courtesy the treasure trove of books occupying shelf space within childhood home at 324 Level Road (long since razed to the ground) and indulged passion for the written word as independent learning, and both parents encouraged voracious appetite for knowledge of mine to explore great works of literature, whereat hours whiled away scrunched up with storied authors as yours truly let his imagination run free and clear especially while paging thru the shenanigans of Huckleberry Finn in particular which constituted an etymological journey rowing my figurative boat into the vernacular backwaters of Mark Twain's Hannibal Missouri (where life is but a dream), and at his crafting a close approximation regarding the patois and lingual nuances how enfranchised population spoke pitting yours truly with a near impossible mission to furrow my brows and voice out loud my futile attempt to pronounce tongue twisters, nevertheless while mouthing and reading confounding words experiencing a transcendent state with not a care in the world. Though a product of the second half mid-twentieth and thus far first quarter of the twenty first century, a nostalgia figuratively tugs at my heart strings (not only for remembrance of things past), but also hankering for a time when the leisurely pace of life plodded along the boulevard of broken dreams comfortably, gamesomely and lasciviously tepid as exemplified by three prudish television shows of the nineteen sixties such as Mayberry R.F.D., The Brady Bunch, and The Family Affair, but also additionally, an innocence pervaded society whereby the wonderment of natural wildlife (courtesy Mutual of Omaha - pitch man Marlin Perkins) surprised, enlightened, and astounded me essentially one cocooned solitary passive aggressive boy enamored by the simple life such as that represented by The Twilight Zone episode "A Stop at Willoughby" (Season 1, Episode 30) about Gart Williams, an advertising executive who, overwhelmed by the pressures of his job and home life, finds solace in a recurring dream of a peaceful, idyllic town called Willoughby from the 1880s. He becomes increasingly obsessed with this dream, eventually choosing to "stop" at Willoughby a fictitious self imagined place in reality, which tragically leads to his death when he jumps from a moving train, whereat the locomotive propelling the cars could be synonymous (or symbolizes) the frenetic pace of life.

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As a submissive and passive lad

As a submissive and passive lad... and boyish looking sexagenarian with similar disposition, I revel(ed) reading in general (and spent carefree idle summer days squirreled away with tomes of posthumous authors) buoyed aloft in seventh heaven courtesy the treasure trove of books occupying shelf space within childhood home at 324 Level Road (long since razed to the ground) and indulged passion for the written word as independent learning, and both parents encouraged voracious appetite for knowledge of mine to explore great works of literature, whereat hours whiled away scrunched up with storied authors as yours truly let his imagination run free and clear especially while paging thru the shenanigans of Huckleberry Finn in particular which constituted an etymological journey rowing my figurative boat into the vernacular backwaters of Mark Twain's Hannibal Missouri (where life is but a dream), and at his crafting a close approximation regarding the patois and lingual nuances how enfranchised population spoke pitting yours truly with a near impossible mission to furrow my brows and voice out loud my futile attempt to pronounce tongue twisters, nevertheless while mouthing and reading confounding words experiencing a transcendent state with not a care in the world. Though a product of the second half mid-twentieth and thus far first quarter of the twenty first century, a nostalgia figuratively tugs at my heart strings (not only for remembrance of things past), but also hankering for a time when the leisurely pace of life plodded along the boulevard of broken dreams comfortably, gamesomely and lasciviously tepid as exemplified by three prudish television shows of the nineteen sixties such as Mayberry R.F.D., The Brady Bunch, and The Family Affair, but also additionally, an innocence pervaded society whereby the wonderment of natural wildlife (courtesy Mutual of Omaha - pitch man Marlin Perkins) surprised, enlightened, and astounded me essentially one cocooned solitary passive aggressive boy enamored by the simple life such as that represented by The Twilight Zone episode "A Stop at Willoughby" (Season 1, Episode 30) about Gart Williams, an advertising executive who, overwhelmed by the pressures of his job and home life, finds solace in a recurring dream of a peaceful, idyllic town called Willoughby from the 1880s. He becomes increasingly obsessed with this dream, eventually choosing to "stop" at Willoughby a fictitious self imagined place in reality, which tragically leads to his death when he jumps from a moving train, whereat the locomotive propelling the cars could be synonymous (or symbolizes) the frenetic pace of life.