A Failing Inventor
I always look forward to these visits. The one where my very smug father is kickin' back on his La-Z-Boy recliner with his only cat, Chalupa resting in his arms. His butler Jeeves Jr, comes in with champaine in which we toast to, and if cued my dad breaks the sugercoated silence with his husky voice, "How is life treatin ya' today sonny?"
"Well gramps, everything is great as usual! Props to the business man!" I gave an obvious wink his way and he gave a hearty laugh.
"Hey I'm only the founder. Your the big man, the brain, the CEO here!" he mimicked my wink and smiled. As I stare at this impelling man, I realize that I would be no where without him today. Who knew this wrinkly, old rich man would help millions of lives? Who knew he was the biggest nerd in high school? Who knew that he lived with his mom and twelve cats until he turned forty-five, when his career finally took off? Tha he struggled and struggled to do things right? Everyday tucked away in his dark lab tinkering with metal knovbs, tools, and hard-drives. Inventing, altering, and exploding was his forte. That's just how things went down for Mr. Lazlo Linktinshtine. He was a genious, however he didn't know this yet. But after so many failed experiments, Lazlo began to doubt himself and lose faith in his dreams. And being picked on at school never helped much either. Eventually he lost it completely. "I need, NEED to be cool!" he was always demanding himself. Since his dreams as a dorky inventor were going nowhere he decided that he was going to shape himself into the next Gene Simmons. How was that going to work? Oh, let me tell ya, he had no idea! He was poor, old and didn't know the first thing about music. So what did he do? He gave inventing one last shot, and as a parting gift to science and technology he created a magical banjo that could play a tune so beautiful that it replicated his soul itself. Days and nights passed, hours upon hours, he tried extra hard this time around because it was going to be his last. But . . . it wasn't! All because when he strummed this banjo it actually did play the music of his heart and it was beautiful. Full of potential and life, and just harmony. This is what I still see staring at this man today.That banjo in itself gave him the confidence to keep going, inventing and helping others. Someday everyone will be healed from Banjoree :) just like my dad!
Lazlo Linktinshtine
9/15/1997
