Post Crescent Section B
CLARITY: ATOMIC ELEMENTS: Moment Three Hundred Ten
I let a photographer
from the Post Crescent,
a regional newspaper
published in the Fox Cities,
into my bedroom
for a photo op.
I held a white binder copy
of my novel, Sol Survivor,
while I wore my promotional IIT T-shirt.
The world was given a view of my world,
a bedroom filled with books, a word processor,
a stereo, music cassettes, VHS movies
stacks of my notes, a television, a desk,
binders of a study-by-mail electronics course, . . .
—things I actively used every day.
This was a view of me that
I knew at the time
most of my friends hadn’t ever seen.
After all, unless you had a license and a car,
you wouldn’t have ever stopped by
our little farmhouse
on the edge of nowhere.
There I was
being given attention
for things I created.
Things I wrote.
Things I valued.
The half-page article concluded,
“His career objective
is ’to enhance and advance
humanity’s knowledge
of the universe and itself,
free from militaristic endeavors.’”
WOW
SO YOUNG, But PREPARED for this
INCREDIBLE ACHIEVEMENT