Gilded Guilt(page -1)

 

                                                    “Souls are imaginary escape 

                                                     clauses for weak, controlling

                                                     and obeying fools, man’s no

                                                     more equipped for an afterlife 

                                                     than a meandering butterfly.”

                                                         Chapter 1

                                                    The New Arrival 

     The snowstorm dumped 17 inches on the Kentucky town where Robbie lived, every road was paralyzed with ten inches of ice and snow, and school would be canceled for a week. January meant imprisonment for a boy with an astounding imagination who had 6 squabbling and squealing siblings who invaded and exasperated his weary confinement of privacy. 

     Robbie would soon get his driver's license and bought his very first car with the earnings he saved over the years at various and odd jobs; putting up hay in 100 degrees of sweltering heat, barn housing tobacco, and pushing a 26-inch Briggs & Stratton lawnmower, and swinging a scythe because weedeaters weren't available back then at two different recreational places through a government program for low-income families, one was a Little League field with adjoining five acres of lawn, next was a softball field at the old Sportsman Club adjoined with 3 more acres of grass. This wasn't what a kid at 13 years old had in mind, to spend his summers working to pay for his clothes and shoes the following year at school, while his other classmates were enjoying their summers relaxing by a poolside or playing baseball in some summer league. This enduring resentment of class overwhelmed Robbie’s American dream. 

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