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Or from all the Can'ts in the store, I take away one can. The store has one less and I have one more. I add a Can to Can'ts. Before I couldn't - now I can.
Like finger-rings special-things; they were like a code maybe. This is me in script like shoes. I am like my identity badge. That was my problem, I had no easily identifiable identity badge. This is my Cans and Can'ts. Or better yet, this is my Cans and Don't-Wants. I could. I just don't want. Anybody could. Well not anybody. Still - was the refrain. I liked original. So the hippies said, "We will make it ourselves". From world war regimentation, to we will do like your forefathers and mothers, in one generation. This was too much for the "Brokaw's Greatest Generation", that had just spent their lives creating the mass consumer machination, like a World War II money warfare. Who am I now ? A spoiled brat maybe. I always liked the idea of making things myself. Looking for myself to make.
Shops were something a tourist and street walker could tour. They were open to the public. The shop owner was an artist. The owner created the gallery. Shops were public galleries, the object to sell a ware or two. Easiest without having to go in, was the window fronts. Sometimes I was a peeping Tom. If the shop had no decorated window gallery, I might peep in a window that was, to what the looks were inside. The streets were gallery aisles, and the windows were viewers thru, and I would appraise them one after another, for in-ambient visitation on my treks across town and city.
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