The Foundation

Nikolas Falcon Has Many Reasons To Write Andshare With Those Whom Have An Interest In His Work. But It Has Little To Do With Growing Up Inpoverty And Nothing At All To Do With Walking The Railroad Tracks To His Grandmothers House After His Mother Sold Their Home Outfrom Under Them - As She Felt She Had To - While His Father Was Out Of TownTrying To Hack Out A Living For The Family. The Youngest Of Six Brothers He Was Barely Eight Years Old. On This Day Under Their Protection Two Ofhis Brothers Walked The Seven Miles With Him. Although The Oldest Of These Three Young Travelers Being Only ElevenThey Did Arrive Safely Thirsty And Hungry. The Other Three Older Brothers Arrived Later Somehow All BewilderedNever To Return To The Comfort Of The Home They Had Known. Poor Maybe But In Many Ways Life Washeavenly Up Until Then. He Remembersthe Wonderful Camping Trips On Wards Island Waking Up Bedewed On Crisp Clearmornings - In A Tree House High Above The Ground - Wrapped In The Warmth Ofholey Quilts And Brotherly Love. Theynever Went Hungry Eating Fresh Baked Crabs On An Open Fire Or Rainbow TroutClams Or Oysters On The Shore Of The CaloosahatcheeWhere They Played And Learned The Hard Way To Never Leave Their Clothesunprotected When They Skinny-Dipped. They Also Ate Borrowed Melons Bananas Oranges Grapefruit And Easilyfound Huckleberries Guava And Other Wild Fruits. Any Pang Of Hunger Was Just Areminder To Reach Out And Refuel. SoThey Did Not Understand Why They Had To Leave Their Pet Rode Island Red Roosterbehind Or Bill Their Whiskey Drinking Billy Goat. Bill Would Get Drunk Andrun You Up A Tree Just For The Hell Of It; Or To Simply Please Dad His Bestdrinking Buddy. Bill Ate Cans From Theburn Pile. (It Was Not Revealed To An Impressionable Young Mind That Bill Wassimply Licking The Glue And Labels From The Cans But Older Brothers Can Easilyalter Brush Strokes On The Canvas Of A Younger Brother’S Imagination.) So YesBill Ate Cans And The List Began A List Too Long To Write - Homes That Couldbe Gone Overnight Tin Cans That Could Be Eaten By A Whiskey-Drinking Billy-Goat Along With So Many Other Impossibilities To Animpressionable Young Mind. These Provedto Be A Start Eye Openers Of Bitter-Sweetness Remindersof What Was Real And What Wasn’T - And What Was Yet To Come.But Then Again Maybe It Did - Maybe Being Eight Years Oldand Poor And Walking Railroad Tracks Did Have Something To Do With The Desireto Write Later. As It Became The Firstmilestone A Time Of Awareness The Beginning Of A Realization That Life Wasnot Fair - Nor Would It Ever Be.