Rhymes for Our Times

When I was about nine I found out that as difficult as it seems the truth can set you free. I was playing with a crystal dinner bell I was not allowed to touch and then I broke it. My dad was furious - it was his sainted mother's most precious possession. I was inches away from a spanking. He had his belt in hand but Mom interceded and said Davey boy now that you know that was wrong to do tell us you won't do anything like that again. I thought about it shook my head and tearfully blurted out You know I probably will. My mom melted hugged my dad who shaking his head put his belt back on. It turns out the truth is elusive but by and large that psyche-burning incident has been my touchstone when confronted with difficult choices. I believe this book tells both painless and painful truths that need to see daylight. For those who don't agree read between these seemingly straightforward lines; they underscore our obsessive duplicity that's tragic in its implications.