friday fictioneers: fantasy?

Copyright-Al Forbes

Hurrying up the stairs of Beckwith Hall Michelle glanced upwards at the sculpted head peering out over the campus. A recurring thought ran through her cluttered mind.”I’ve seen that face somewhere. I know I have. But where?”

The heavy door slammed behind her, as Michelle began wending her way down the crowded corridor. Surrounded on all sides by the droning of voices, her thoughts were lost in the din.

Scrambling for a seat in Greek Mythology, Michelle plopped into the first one available. Taking a deep breath, she turned and saw that face staring into hers.

“It’s you!” 

He smiled mischievously.IMG_2911

the kennedy disconnect…

The Kennedy Family at Hyannis Port, 04 Septemb...

The Kennedy Family at Hyannis Port, 04 September 1931. L-R: Robert Kennedy, John F. Kennedy, Eunice Kennedy, Jean Kennedy (on lap of) Joseph P. Kennedy Sr., Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy (behind) Patricia Kennedy, Kathleen Kennedy, Joseph P. Kennedy Jr. (behind) Rosemary Kennedy. Edward Kennedy was not born yet. Dog in foreground is “Buddy”. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How sad. Another Kennedy entangled in the death of someone who got too close…like a moth to a flame. Robert Kennedy, Jr.‘s ex-wife, Mary, commited suicide after seemingly being unable to cope with their divorce, as well as her alienation from their children. 

 The dynasty of Joseph P. Kennedy reminds me of the mythical Zeus and his family. Gods who manipulated humans, determining their fates as it suited  their own super-sized egos.

Can anyone, I wonder, really infiltrate the ranks of the Kennedys…and become one of them? The only one who seems to have succeeded, and on her own terms, is Ethel Kennedy. There’s no doubt she worshipped the ground upon which Bobby walked. He, in turn, loved and respected her as his mate and mother of his children. That, however, did not preclude his attraction to other women, one of whom was Hollywood’s siren, Marilyn Monroe.

Watching the America's Cup Race. Mrs. Kennedy,...

Watching the America’s Cup Race. Mrs. Kennedy, President Kennedy, others. Off Newport, RI, aboard the USS Joseph P. Kennedy, Jr. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Jackie Kennedy survived as well, albeit not always within the framework of the dynasty’s 10 Commandments. The first being, stick by thy husband come hell or high water. Somehow Jackie managed to retain her position on the pedestal even though she married against type, and against the family’s wishes, when she became Mrs. Aristotle Onassis. A Greek, though not as lofty a one as Zeus… aka Joseph Kennedy.

Poor Joan Kennedy who ended up drinking herself into a stupor. She was not really up to a life on Mount Olympus. She would’ve fared much better had she set her sights on a mere mortal. The second Mrs. Ted Kennedy, Vicky, seemed much better suited. And, in fact, she’s another success story. Perhaps an even better one than Ethel’s.

English: Kennedy brothers; left to right John,...

English: Kennedy brothers; left to right John, Robert, Ted. Česky: Bratři Kennedyové – vlevo John F., uprostřed Robert F. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 I don’t think Ted’s eye wandered from Vicky. The age difference might’ve made a difference, as well as their intellectual compatability.

Ahhh…maybe Vicky Kennedy hit upon the magic formula…youth AND intelligence. I wonder if that would’ve worked for Joseph, his sons, grandsons, great-grandsons, and so on. Should the male Kennedys subscribe to something akin to e-harmony where they can be assured their mates will measure up…and that they will all live happily-ever-after?

Sadly enough, it seems the Kennedy dynasty will not stray far from its fateful path. Like their mythological counterparts, the Kennedys seem cursed in their search for happiness among mere mortals. Through trial and error they must weed out those among us who do not self-destruct… upon flying too close to the flame…

Marilyn Monroe


…the object of their ardent desire…a kennedy…


omg…the sun’s out!!!

View of Mt. McKinley of the Denali National Park.

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Here in the Seattle area, the sun rarely comes calling. This winter it’s stayed away even longer than usual. Is it still lazing in the tropical Hawaiian skies, or warming the high elevations of Mt. McKinley, or is it just refusing to pick up and move? If I were only as agile as the young man in Greek mythology, Icharus, I think, who rode his chariot up to lasso the sun, dragging it downward, closer to earth? Or was it a young Hawaiian boy who did that, housing the sun permanently in the dormant volcano, Haleakala? Sometimes too much education can be confusing. Although this particular myth may have its home in both cultures. Will have to check.

Icarus and Daedalus

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Being unprepared for such an event, especially when the electricity has been out for about 12 hours, I feel like a kid in a candy shop. I don’t know where to go or what to do first. Too many choices, not enough time before darkness settles in again. What am I saying…it’s always dark around here.

I think I’ll just keep blogging until September when the sun is REALLY here!

an arthritic hawaiian who’s like a “fish out of water”…literally……… …..hugmamma.

Looking into Haleakalā Crater

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