Today, I say good bye to a man that was a part of my childhood; Evel Knievel (1938-2007).
I grew up on the excitement of being a little boy watching a man jump a motorcycle over things. Hey, I can do that on my 20-inch, yellow-banana-seated Schwinn Stingray! I was inspired by the excitement.
Later, as I became a young man and then a man, I realized this was a wounded man. I can live with that. I am a wounded man. I think we all carry some wounds.
That he drank and got into trouble with the law, was sad for me. I wanted him to be bigger than the wounded man he was. I wanted him to be the parts of me I could not access.
So for now, I wish for him that he finds peace and what ever he was looking for.