The Stranger

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Years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning,
Dad was fascinated with this enchanting
Newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.

My parents were complementary Instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... He was our storyteller.
He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with
adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers
about the past, understood the present and even
seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major League ball game.

He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't
seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to
what he had to say, and she would go to the
kitchen for peace and quiet.(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated
to honour them. Profanity, for example, was
not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor,
however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my
mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the
liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis.
He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.

He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes
suggestive, and generally embarrassing..

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values
of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in. With our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as
fascinating as he was at first.

Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over
in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to
him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name???

We just call him "TV." I really fear what his grandkids will be like...

He has a wife now...we call her "Computer."

Their first child is "Cell Phone."

Second child "I Pod."