Talk about Peed Off: Pillar to Post, Insult to Injurious Renditions of Recess!

Recessed indentations: In the shape of foot-prints in the sand...that led US to some other sur-real reflections of just what might have transpired here, how this sacred ground came to be, and where it went....

Stone Age: As in how these stories about sacred-ness almost always begin..."A long, long time ago, in a land (not so) far away, in the land and age of sticks and stones...can..." One that might be within a stone's throw but, at the same time...off the beaten path...a road less traveled...one that took George S. Patton...all the way back to "The battle of Carthage!" (one of the many favorite parts of the eponymous movie, which was not yet available when WE back then had what was called an "audio-visual department") A battle to the end, that would only be rivaled by some in our own imaginations, when we acted them out here, on our own so-called "sacred" (play)ground...As George S. himself said..."it was here...I can smell a battlefield...I, myself was here...you don't believe me, do you Brad?"  

Recess! Reflections: The ones that WE can only look back on now, prompted by the evidence at hand...and underfoot, as it turns out, which WE only became aware of when they were literally unearthed, as in "Poltergeist!" style, which gave US pause, as to why they, the original designers, following the surveyors, would have laid out this play-ground that WE would come to hold as sacred, was exactly that...a sacred burial ground...YIKES! How were WE supposed to know....?! Reversing our tracks, as in putting the burial ground in the rear-view, as WE learned to whistle by the grave-yard...and took a long walk around other such, previously designated areas, for leftover shores, clues...for Recesses of old...

What, on earth?! That about covers all the ground..."surprise, shock, anger, disgust..." at "coming up empty" after our long search was declared over, just prior to the street lights coming on. Ironically, leaving us in the dark, as to where and why this ground was no longer available to us...leaving us to our own imaginations...as to how this 'thing' may have looked, before We were grounded, to a halt...during times of recession...Can YOU imagine, what recess! would look like under the following conditions...

In, On Reserve: Similar to another so-called "special"...a place and time each week where, if you want something to be available to you, "you'll have to reserve it in advance, as We have limited volume..." Geez, didn't We all just go through such a time of "social distancing"...I mean, the footprints, spaced about six feet apart, even on the blacktop, other areas of the playground are faded but still detectable...NO THANKS!

In Reverse, A Mirror (or is it mere?) Image: Existentially, not too distant in time and place from the one We are now living in, when God is no longer welcome in the classroom but despite signs fending them off, We see signs of the Dog having been here...and here, and here..."Can't they read?!" 

In Preserve: As in a place that has been, due to some foresightedness and what came to be known as "crowd funding" put into a Trust, and eventually, when it rose to a national concern, set aside, put under the watchful eyes of the National Park Service. Sounds nice but does it come with strings, attached, that could trip US up, if we don't read...the finer print??? Perhaps only as a last ditch, last resort...

A Natural Progression: Why should it come as a surprise to US, that following a time where We, while enjoying recess! saw an occasional yellow taxi, it would eventually give way to a whole parade of passenger, public trans-ports, requiring more space. So much so that "...they paved paradise...put up a parking lot...🎝" A big hit for Joni Mitchell, but struck a sour note for US -- encroachment! Followed, in turn, by another dystopic warning the very same year, from the audio-visual department -- "No Blade of Grass" -- which is yet another twist of cruel irony, on behalf of the millions of the school age who were out, just trying to enjoy a few breaths of fresh air, some fun in the sun (at least a hot spot for our phone), found instead...an assault, insult to our whole Old-factory system..."What is that stench; smells a lot like a dead skunk, in the middle of the road♪"?! While one might think we'd be used to it by now, given it was the same year the "Hash Bash!" became a rite of spring, before it became a right for just about everyone, of smoking age, around these parts...it at least, in OUR daze, had a scent more like incense (at least that's what was used to cover it up in our dorm hall-ways, other areas of free play)...it's like a "Brave New World" which was yet another early warning system by Alex Huxley regarding how our rights, privileges, would likely be infringed on. How things we took for granted could be re-allocated. As in what the generations could easily find, a real stinker! in the form of a brand new Pot Lot! Takes Patton's sense of "smelling a battlefield" to a whole other level, field of play...

"It's Point-less!" Right to the point, actually. The place I'm trying to bring YOU, just in time, before this sacred ground is not, anymore...

NEXT: Point-less arguments and their constituents.