Time Traveler Seeks Time Share In Angel Fire, New Mexico
I stood on a moss-covered rock and studied icicles on twigs
and branches hung low over the roar of a waterfall in the highlands of
Pennsylvania. This is Planet Earth in
the year 1013. The cascade of waters on craggy cliffs refreshed my spirit as
the sun silently exploded in shades of autumn gold over a breathtaking vast
countryside.
I’ve been around, sang The Man In Black. Wait a second. I
just realized the typo.
It’s actually 2013, November 29.
My big brother took me with him to attend a seminar on the
joys of time-shares.
“My name is Aidan,” said a cherub-faced kid with a baseball
hat after I asked who had made the pyramid of Styrofoam cups on the counter
(where I amazed him by mixing a package of chocolate into my coffee.) I met him
and his parents in a stately house a sales representative named Joe showed
Julio, my brother, a US Army veteran. Press the button at the end of the hall
and you’ll see The Bat Cave, I said to watch Aidan’s eyes widen much to
everyone’s amusement. He went like Lara Croft for the secret passage.
Children will believe anything until they begin to question
the universe.
Back at the seminar in the midst of the mysterious woods, I
sipped my hot beverage while the kid talked non-stop about the Greek gods, Star
Trek: The Next Generation and a time traveler called Doctor Who. I pointed out
that the metal coffee makers looked like The Time Lord’s enemy, The Dareks,
cyborgs out to…”Exterminate!” said Aidan with a smile that went beyond the
borders of his face.
Then I saw the only
African-American invited to participate in time-sharing. “My name is Brian,” he
said with a firm handshake. He had watched Aidan bend my ear instead of an
episode of The Bill Cosby Show, a TV series about a doctor and his family.
The 1980s played on the plasma flat screen just a few feet
away from a holographic fireplace in the spacious lounge. Brian burst out
laughing, as did the chatty kid when I took out my shades from my motorcycle
jacket and said I’ll be back.
As evening revealed fiery lights traveling for centuries
from other galaxies, I stood on the rock and saw creativity that will never dry
up. I saw what I was like when I was a boy.
Thank you, Aidan, for believing nothing is impossible. I needed to hear that.
Now let us find answers to Earth’s difficult problems shall
we?
The Doctor is in.
Wink
Copyrighted By Daniel Angel Aponte 2013
