Lines of Distinction

March 13th, 2007 at 10:09 am (Meanderings)

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As The Swashbuckler, there’s a fine line of distinction separating the 7-year-old in me from the, uum, from the somewhat older person that I am.  (I watched “I Love Lucy” when it was prime-time ;-)

At times, that line gets blurred to the point that you may not know who’s doing the writing…

The kid that I was/am, or me time-traveling as The Swashbuckler. Truth be told, it gets blurry for me sometimes.

There will be clues along the way, though.  If I happen to mention something about saving a damsel in distress, and in the next breath say something about getting “cooties” from her, you can pretty much figure I was writing from a standpoint a little closer to the 7-year old.

As a lad, one of my favorite swashbucklers was…

Peter Pan!

He had some pretty nifty tricks he could perform that I was always just a little envious of.  Flying, for instance.  Although I didn’t think much of the idea that I’d have to wear skin-tight leotards in order to be a swashbuckler, I guess that even at the tender age of seven, I knew that sacrifices must be made.

Later on I would develop a more mature view of who I wanted to be like…

Superman!!

Crud. More skin-tight leotards. (Hmm?)

Anyway, Peter Pan was a favorite early on, until I found out that he was a she, at least in the Broadway version of the story.

It was a traumatic experience, finding out that one of my heroes, who was supposed to be a guy, was really a girl.

Now ladies, please don’t get me wrong, here. A few of my favorites back then (and now), were and are swashbucklerettes.

At least Annie Oakley wasn’t pretending to be a guy! And.. She could get away with saying she had to go save somebody in dis dress;-)

I got over my disappointment later on when I discovered that Mary Martin (aka Peter Pan) was also Larry Hagman’s mother.

You remember Larry, right?  Capitain Tony Nelson of “I Dream of Jeannie” fame, aka J.R. Ewing of “Dallas?”

It was still traumatic, but I’m getting over it.

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