The bank teller and the end of the world.
I don’t know if many people in my ‘season’ or age,
remember an episode of the original Twilight Zone
remember Henry Beamis the coke bottle thick bespectacled bank teller
who loved to read and his wife was an ogre
and belittled and destroyed his books so he could not read his books
that he so enjoyed.
He would go down in the vault on his lunch hour to read.
This one day while he was down there an explosion occurred
which when he came out turned out to be the end of the world .
He roamed around searching to see what was left
and he finally found the remains of the library .
He stacked up piles and piles of books on the steps
and was getting excited just thinking about all the books
he would now be able to read.
He bent over to look at one book
and his glasses fell off and
then he knew that his dream was gone.
After all this lead in, my point is,
I feel a little like Henry but in a different way.
My love to read was spurred only the last 2/3rds of my life
and I feel like I am never going to be able to read
all the books I would like to.
BY RGAI
