Experience is science. Its practice is our art. Wisdom, our religion.
Wally
About Me
Let's Get Acquainted
Hi, I'm Wally, welcome to my world.
I say my world because sometimes things in my world just do not jive with the rest of the world. It seems that I don't quite "get" a lot that seems to a be "given" to just about anyone else and I also seem to work with a few things that are a "given", to me, that just don't seem to even be a consideration to everyone else...
Maybe it's because I'm of that first TV generation of the 1950's and 1960's that got connected with the entire world and saw it up close and personal, for the first time unfiltered by algorithms or production value.
Maybe it's because I'm part undercover Mexican (blue eyes and and brown heart), and the other part is of a German who was born in a area that would be Poland today, all of which made me sensitive of beaner, nazi, and pollack "jokes", and then those about so many others. I don't really like or use many labels on people, I'm a humanist, I just thing of us all as Human Beings.
Maybe it's because my vocabulary is ample that I would often meet laughter by saying things like, "nuclear physicist", to my teacher in kindergarten when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, or, being beaten up for money for all, "them ten dollar words" that I, "...was always spending."
Or maybe it's just that I've always had an active interior life. I often would not say things out loud, but there was a party going on inside my head of stuffed animals and Walter Cronkite at first, then of Hobo Kelly, and Captain Kangaroo, Davy Jones, Bali Hai, Watts... Oh, the list was endless. Vietnam, Moonlighting, Michael Jackson... So many teachings, considerations, and things to learn. So much glossing over and/or ignorance of facts or reason by others. I was open to learning but unwilling to always be a buzzkill setting things to right... So I've usually kept my mouth shut.
Maybe it was figuring out one day that I was no longer the most intelligent person in the room.
One gets used to having an internal dialog, but a journal is also a good idea, a museum of ideas to reflect upon.
This one is mine.
High School Senior Prom night. I cut my date, Susan, out of the shot so that she could not it steal.