writing as the redneck that i am, just let me add in a quaint,syrupy jim stewart tone:
" but, but,but…this is america by golly. now sam, didn’t the america we use to know talk about “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”? you know “they go to their church, and we go to our church, but we all still go to church together”…right? if we all got along well enough pursuing happiness and allowing for different, different, different, em, uh, ah, different “flavors” at the ice cream counterof life, now, not many folks would wanna come to an ice cream shop that only had one flavor, right?
even if the only flavor was something really good, like chocolate mint or real vanilla still having just one flavor ain’t gonna profit the owner, or the owners community that much. love, like ice cream is one
of those things we all like, right? peter…you like ice cream right? and you love who you love right? well…(hem,haw) you wouldn’t want somebody to tell you what flavor ice cream to put in your cone right? i mean,this is america right? our mothers and father came to this palce SPECIFICLLY to get away from people who wanted them to dress a certain way, pray a certain way or think a certain way. now, everybody gathered inthis public square here today is gosh awfully glad that their mothers and fathers risked the voyage that allows us to be here. they worked and died, so that we can live as we choose. now maybe, you like your ice cream in a cone. i know my cathy like her’s in one of those little pretty parfait glasses. say, bert…i know you like yours on a waffle with whipped cream and sprinkled nuts, right? right. we all like ice cream. naw, tht isn’t really doin’ ice cream justice. we all love ice cream. we all love ice cream our own way. some lick it slow, some make ice cream soup while others slurp it down even after they get one of those awful brain freezes. but EVEN after they suffer the agony of a brain freeze, still they persist and endure. why? because they love ice cream. ice cream is a good thing, right? but “love” is an even better thing, right? if we had to, we can live without ice cream. the older of us remember here just a few years back there wasn’t much of ice cream to be had. we just kinda had to make do and put simple pleasures like peach pecan icecream out of our minds.
put it out of mind. you can do that with ice cream. the first week ain’t easy. there’ll be pangs, yearnings and burnings…but we can live without ice cream. it ain’t so simple with love. no, it ain’t so simple with love. no, not at all.
love is to icecream what a spring day is to the deepest, coldest of winter. once you compare em, there really ain’t much to compare is there? we don’t want anybody telling us how to pray. we don’t want anybody telling us what ice cream we can or cannot eat, and it sure seems to me…that nobody wants anybody else telling them who to love. i mean…look what romeo and juliet and the friar did to facilitate love. you wouldn’t want little chris to resort to something like that just to love do ya? well, do ya?
love is the ultimate, very highest manifestaion of being a person. if you don’t have love, are you really being in the game of life. yeah, well…everybody wants to bat but sooner or later we all sit the bench. ya sit the bench long enough just to get the chance to dig into the box and swing your bat, right? isn’t that we play ball…to swing the bat? eye up the pitcher…notice how high he holds his shoulder… a bit lower, he’s getting tired…the wind up the pitch…you start to,to,to react. you heart twitches, your knee dips, you start to transfer the weight of your hips, but at the the last hundreth of a second you lock your wrist and hold back. the umpire calls “strike”. no worries. you know, it wasn’t YOUR pitch. the coach doesn’t have any calls on. you aren’t to bunt or sacrifice. wouldn’t be much funif all we did was bunt? right. you wait your pitch, hopefully you get it and you drive it. drive it hard. you dop the bat and run with wild abandon and barely contained glee down that line with all your life energy. that maddening dash for first in
a close play. ah just to live it. to get our chance to play. win or lose, we all want a chance to play.
now, everbody here in formosa falls knows everybody else. you all know me. i grew up here. you saw me grow and you came to me and jenny’s wedding. you loved jenny almost as much as i loved her. but she’s been gone now these four years and there isn’t a day passes that i don’t feel grateful for the chance of loving her. take your pick, ice cream,baseball or love. we all love each of em in our own ways. you wanna choke up on the bat and cock one arm like joe morgan? swing away. you wanna haveyour ice cream with crucnched up cookies on it ? crunch away. you wanna love who and how you wanna love? well…by golly, love away. marriage is but a public showing of love. yeah, marriage has benefits (blush). yes, marriage has benefits. and everybody who has ever conntemplated marriage knows it has obligations. big obligations. once you get married you are really inthe game. once you get married your aren’t just a pinch hitter, nah…once you get married you aren’t even just a starter. once you get married you are rogers hornsby by gosh. once you narry, you are off the bench and become player-manager. the responsibility of every success or failure is on your shoulders. yes,it is a burden…but it is a burden of love and anybody who had been there knows there is no sweeter burden than a burden of love.
now alot of you married folks feel that burden. my burden was 'lifted" from me. who ever would of thought that the lifting of a “burden” could ever be so heavy? i what i would give to feel the burden of caring for jenny as she fought for life and our love again.
yeah, love is love. however you wanna celebrate love is fine by this one guy who had it and lost it. get your licks, get your swings. don’t let anybody keep you on the bench. get up and live your life…this is america…the land of the free. do waht you know is right and keep it right so that when our grankids come up they won’t have to run away for freedom like our grandparents did. this is our town, our place, our time. all we got is each other. let’s be happy with what we got but dare to dream for more. yeah, well zuzu’s petals did get crushed. but love is crush-proof. aqueese it all you want. grabit and seize it and don’t let go. don’t let nobody tell you that love is wrong. love free, live free, dream free. that’s why they came here. that’s why we stay here.
love who you wannan love, it is thamerican way.