Remember how our dad is like this great champion hero olympian man and he even ran with the Olympic torch? And how afterwards, some other families might like.. I don't know, frame it on their wall or something? But how we just took this great torch, symbolic of centuries of tradition and honor and chucked it up top on our bookcase where it really could only be glorified for the astounding amount of dust it gathered?
Well, I was just rummaging through our oh, so organized craft closet, and I stumbled upon our box of ribbons. What do you think I found tossed in with all the cheap 50 cent rolls of ribbon, tangled up with bits and pieces of fabric and safety pins? You guessed it, some sort of honorary red Olympic ribbon from Beijing, inscribed with the Olympic logo beside some (I'm sure) very meaningful and traditional Chinese characters which probably said something like "Thank you for visiting our country, great American, cherish this gift as a symbol of our love and appreciation for your friendship"
Yes. You are also correct in guessing that I just threw it back in the box, scoffed at the torch tossed behind the other odd trinkets on Mom and Dad's bookcase, and remembered that hey, at least when you guys buried Dad's national championship medal in the sandbox, it was all for the good cause of traditional imagination.
(P.S. don't miss the new post just below this one)
hey....that national championship medal was my buried treasure. the sandbox was the safest place!!
ReplyDeleteLet's hear it for imagination and humility. Translation: disregard of other people's belongings and laziness. You can choose!
ReplyDeleteUm. Not surprised. Zero surprised. Hilarious.
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