Truth and the Doc
February 16, 2019
I was asked recently if everything is all right, because I’ve
been absent from blog land. I doubt
anyone has been marking the days since my last offering on their Big Ships of
the Navy calendar, but the mood has struck.
And yes, everything is more than all right, thank you very much.
In the late night and early morning I watched two
documentaries. I am an addict of true
stories delivered by Amazon, Netflix, Hulu and the like. Lately I’ve been on a
steady diet of crime shows, but the kids are gone this weekend and I get spooked
hoping I don’t wind up on “Forensic Files” with posthumous testimonials from friends
who embellish the truth about me to tell the tale. You know, “she was the kind
of girl who just lit up the room!” Yeah, right. And I will admit that I did
watch “The Ted Bundy Tapes” in the car in the dark in a sketchier
we-could-be-filming-“The-First-48”-part-of-town while waiting for Drew to get
out of indoor baseball practice a week or two ago, but I digress.
The first doc was the story of two columnists. The second was the story of a neighbor. The tales couldn’t be more different, the men
more different. But in the wee light on
this icy morning, under a pile of covers, I found myself confronted with impactful
lives divergent but true.
Jimmy Breslin and Pete Hammill were voices of New York and
beyond in a time when writing was in print, newsmen worked the streets, and
columns cut a swath undiluted. The
24-hour news cycle had not yet emerged to drown quality with quantity, and the
art of the written word was ingested with regularity in subways and on city
streets. The styles of Breslin and
Hammill were different, but they saw things. Through their lens readers saw
them, as well. Agree or don’t agree with what shone through the glass. So be it.
Fred Rogers was a staple of my brief time as a child, before
Dallas and Days of our Lives and all other manner of distractions swooped in
when they perhaps should have waited a bit or never swooped at all. This was a kind man who saw children as
valid. He spoke to them with dignity. It
is a big world, he observed. He was a
guide. He believed that one of the greatest mistakes we make when we grow up is
that we expect children to be grown up; and we forget what it is like to be
small in this big world.
Believe it or not, a common thread runs through the lives of
these three fellas, and don’t think for a second it was a fluke that I viewed
these documentaries in close succession.
It may be in 2019 in the middle of the night, it may have been in the 60s,
70s, 80s, 90s while riding the subway or by watching the trolley scoot through
the neighborhood, but they had truths to tell.
Of course, so does forensic evidence, I suppose. Hmmm…where is the remote?
I truly enjoy your outlook/attitude : )
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