We imagined we’d be sitting on top of a multi-media empire. We’d be Kings of the Internet.
Instead we’ve become a novelty. A circus act.
A freak show.
But have we done all we could?
The answer is, as we look into the abyss: no.
We’re afraid to make the phone calls.
We don’t know all the questions.
We don’t know the angle.
Is there an angle? Probably not.
We’re not ready.
15 minutes on the internet and we have 4 names and numbers of people we’d like to talk to: Carlos Bringuier (84), Alvin Beauboeuf (79), Ruth Paine (86) and Bernardo De Torres (84).
Soon, of course, it will be too late. Their combined age is 333.
Each of them knows something. Carlos knew Lee in New Orleans. He knew he wasn’t really a Castro sympathizer. Al knew David Ferrie very well. Very well. He knows why they went on a goose hunting/ice skating trip to Texas the day of the assassination. Ruth Paine, too, knows Lee’s true background. She knows all about her babysitting assignment. De Torres knows quite a bit too. There are rumors that he was in Dealey Plaza that day posing as a photographer. The House Select Committee believed he had photographs of The Big Event.
Time catches up to all of us.
To quote President Kennedy:
And if we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity. For, in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.
