missing piece...

there are only a few books that i remember reading or looking at in my lifetime...sad i know, i'm not much of a reader...when i was younger i remember coming across a book of poems called where the sidewalk ends by shel silverstein. i am not sure what made me think about this at work today but i guess i was thinking about how, at times, it sucks being an adult and then started thinking of a time when things were "easier"...my childhood.

every time i think of this book, i think of my childhood and my childhood friend, richard...we were like brothers...and i associate our friendship with a lot of things, b/c in part he introduced me to them, such as; basketball, drawing, nickelodeon, legos, playboy magazine's (lol)...and i guess shel silverstein as well.

honestly, i couldn't tell you a single poem from the book but the one thing i distinctively remember are the drawings in the book...especially the cover. they are nothing special but i guess its one of those things that you come across and you don't think it has any relevance to you (and it might not at that time) but one day you may find yourself at your job that you don't like (hate) and something triggers it...

its funny how these books were labeled as children books...but once you take a closer look and read between the lines the poems/stories have a much deeper meaning. My personal favorite of his books are The Giving Tree and The Missing Piece Meets the Big O (my fav of his). like Where The Sidewalk Ends, The Missing Piece Meets the Big O is a book that i aimlessly came across a while back and now makes a lot of sense to me.

click here for a link to read the book.




yeah i know another post w/ a sad, sappy tone...i apologize...i'll try to do better...