When recently I assisted, one day, in helping my brother’s clean out Joan’s house for the purpose f selling it, I was given the responsibility of collecting the pictures and other documents Joan had stuck in a cedar chest or left lying about. I spent some hours over this Christmas break plowing through the stuff, sorting out pictures I found of historical interest largely. I found also a couple of envelopes: one labeled Dan and another Dave, containing pictures of my brothers Dan and Dave respectively.
I gave Dan his envelope of picture stuff on Christmas day. We went through it and got a couple of laughs, and Dan on his blog has used some of the pictures to tell the story of his early years as a dork. Well, not as a dork, exactly, but as a dorklike person in the land of dorks. He told me that he almost pissed his self laughing at that Napoleon Dynamite movie. I didn’t think the movie was funny really, just sort of sad, and peopled largely with drooling idiots.
But Dan is 14 years younger than I and completely a California Kid born and raised. Fads come and go quickly under late consumer capitalism. I was spared the Dork phenomenon.
I have got to mail Dave his envelope of picture stuff but I keep forgetting.