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Friday, March 4, 2011
I found two of my old army men digging through my families garden on Detroit's lower east side. This guy is encrusted with 1963 dirt. Having him back in my hand put me in a playful mood as I remembered how, with my buddies Sean and Dan, played war all day creating long dramatic battles that were fought in the miniature world, in our imaginations, and there in the neighborhood as we ran freely. Back then we judged a kid on his ability to "die." If another kid caught you with his virtual machine gun, a weapon more than likely morphed from a stick, you needed to spin in agony hurling your own gun skyward and then fall earthward in a broken mess in order to make any kind of positive impression. Our beloved Dads were WWII veterans and we were raised on the black and white war movies of the era. They framed our play time and gave us some context for judging melodrama.
Can a toy have soul? In this case, for me, the answer is obvious. Occasionally I still take out this relic and play! Old Love!