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Are we puppets, pulled by someone else on strings set in place by not only our parents but our culture? Are we animals living among other animal-types in costumes or with underlying drives we may or may not be aware of?

Are we dreamers who do not want to wake up to reality or who don' t want to give up on those dreams for ourselves or our children or collective future? What is wood could walk and talk, think and feel?

Such was the piece of wood Gepetto sought from his burly counterpart who had Quite the Long Island accent of an I-talian nature (which one Italian audience member felt

Brilliant, loving ideas come to me sometimes..and if I am awake or mostly awake I try to write them down. A week or two back I was seeing the connection between my teen son's name Kaelan and Brother Kaelan..and Brooklyn (NY but there is also one in CT I am now recalling, and in MN where I know some wonderful folks..including twins in the Twin Cities...)

The overall idea now will be to launch an idea to the world..yes, you and yours and cities and states and countries and everything else while we're at it.

Who else wakes up feeling like they are still in dream mode? Am I waking up in 8th grade to get to my  beloved Kellogg School a mile down the road in one of the tiniest towns in CT and the only "Falls Village" in the United States of A-Miracle (May that be more so than not, Dear Loving Source of the Universe as we all pitch in and do out bit best we can with balance and elbow grease, kind words and deeds indeed!)

When I had to write my 8th grade essay for graduation in June of 1977 (yes 40 years ago but again, can feel like just a few years back) I woke up in the middle of the night, I think