A Good Ol' Charlie Brown Day

Today, something freaky weird happened to me,

something seemingly insignificant, and probably

not worth mentioning, but somehow I feel com-

pelled to say something about my experience

anyway.

Reading and writing are the only meaningful
exercises upon which I rely to kick start my day
and figuratively speaking, these keep me thought-
fully alive.

Yesterday in the mail I received some used books

I ordered from Amazon (a really nifty service for

a home-bound old nerd such as I). Peanuts pocket-

books. You all remember Peanuts, Good Ol’ Charlie

Brown, Snoopy, Lucy, Linus and the gang.

I had this nostalgic wave come over me, the need

to revisit some of my more favorable bygone ado-

lescent days. After reading several pages of Charlie

Brown’s escapades, I put the comic strips down and

picked up a book of poetry from where I usually get

my literary feeding started in the morning.

I should preface this by saying that the particular

poet and his work which I am currently reading

are very emotionally dark and deep, a full 180-

degrees opposite to the lighthearted Charlie Brown

and Company.

Now comes that freaky weird happening I alluded

to at the beginning of this piece: The first two or

three poems I read although quite serious seemed

a farcical continuance of the Peanuts strips I had

read previously.

I had indeed retained my whimsical state of mind…

GOOD GRIEF!!! VERY FUNNY, CHARLIE BROWN!

Needless to say, I suppose I’ll just have to get more

serious about life some other day.

Chris Hanch 8-7-18