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The Horseshoe Crab is a hero and a testament to survival. Many millions of moons before man began his climb to understand, there was the Horseshoe Crab, and the Horseshoe Crab was perfect. Built like a military helmet, the Crab was ready to battle. It's mission was in the sand and having a purpose was character. And so the crab crawled on leaving behind it's abundance of eggs for the migratory shore birds, sea turtles and various species of fish. That the Horseshoe Crab provides what's needed for so many others to endure this life reveals the heroic nature installed at it's core. Simple is…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
The Horseshoe Crab is a hero and a testament to survival. Many millions of moons before man began his climb to understand, there was the Horseshoe Crab, and the Horseshoe Crab was perfect. Built like a military helmet, the Crab was ready to battle. It's mission was in the sand and having a purpose was character. And so the crab crawled on leaving behind it's abundance of eggs for the migratory shore birds, sea turtles and various species of fish. That the Horseshoe Crab provides what's needed for so many others to endure this life reveals the heroic nature installed at it's core. Simple is strong, strong is sturdy and sturdy works. This book opens up in the late 1950s to find that same man still suffering from his lack of understanding anything beyond America being number one in getting things done. While the crab crawled on, the last of the Lenape's dwindle into the history books and the waters change into a polluted disgrace from the economic boom of another golden age. Rock & Roll arrives and with it comes an historic sexual freedom never before seen by those still breathing from the first World War. Poppa whistles regrets while Momma gets upset when it's 10 o'clock and they know not where their children are. Charlie Manson is lurking while we're landing on the moon thinking that we may need somewhere else to call home soon?! Nobody Knows! Lives are moving faster and the pursuit of happiness is proving to be disastrous for the many souls who flounder then perish after winding up misdirected from the mysterious illness of never knowing where they were going in the first place. After 20 years of schooling all that's been learned is that you will eventually get burned. "Nobody Knows." "Shit Happens." "Mama was Right." These are the themes to be discovered in between these pages that have been brought down from Nobodies mountain to where life goes on with a population losing it's balance to the tilted challenge required to survive this current climate suffering from the complicated hands of man now busy making emergency plans, while the crab crawls on.
Autorenporträt
The author was born in Jersey City, New Jersey, in 1957. And this became the first of the Forty Towns he would eventually inhabit during the course of his lifetime. From Manhattan to Brielle, NJ, the author traveled along never finding himself at home anywhere. They all felt like bus stops, train stations, or terminals that he'd be leaving from again as soon as he was settled enough to become unsettled again. Nothing felt permanent and this turned out to be true for the author who was never at home his entire life until this very moment after having met Grace who offered him a final resting place. Born of Irish descent the author recognized early on that it wasn't easy being Irish and embraces that fully knowing that the only thing that an Irishman can do is have a go at it. Make a grand job of it. Realizing this led the author to discover that he was wired different and this became "the mysterious gifts of injury" to which the book is dedicated and is believed by him to be the source of his creativity. It's true, and the songwriter, poet, comedian and man about the frown was bounced between the depths of tragedy and the heights of comedy where the wisdom of the words were broken loose and he began to write them down. He was also thrown down the tracks while being laughed at and was arrested for being too invested in finding the right words for his "Folk You" guitar, and this is what some would call the paying of dues. Now after having written hundreds of songs and even more poems along with many comedy bits, the author of all this has been able to weave it all together and this is that book and that book was written by Nobody.