A ghost of a chance, I have always wondered how that cliche was created, that WAS until I caught a glimpse of the Provincetown Monument lurking behind the newest batch of spooky October clouds finding their footing in the sky of July. The Provincetown Monument was built between 1907 and 1910, to commemorate the first landfall of the Pilgrims in 1620, and the signing of the Mayflower Compact in Provincetown Harbor. Lots of ghosts, I am sure lurking within the brick and mortar of this building, some who, with the arrival of the Pilgrims had their chances cut short, and some of the Pilgrims, who were brave enough to chance life in the New World, striving for equality, and stressing the urgency for their freedoms. I imagine the Native Americans took the chance, thinking that these people in white skin, sailing in on fine ships could be trusted, and I suppose had the Pilgrims not been warned that the Red Man, not being white, could not be trusted, WOULD have found a partnership. But that is history, and in this nation we some times think that history is like a ghost…is it real or imagined.
Joe and I are sitting having lunch on a gloomy East Coast rainy day, the kind of atmosphere begging for lounging on the sofa and watching some brilliant movies made in black and white, but with Joe and I coming from LA, gray, dismal, three dimensional clouds bursting at the seams with wet, wild rain is invigorating…and perhaps inspires a tale of ghosts and tales of chance. We sit we watch, we spy the Provincetown Monument almost peering back at us, almost whispering in that monotone hushed sound combined from wind, time and space…”BOO!”
My GrandMa Buncher, a woman of few words once said, “…We are the results of history made by our parents, pointing to herself, she added, “…some more ancient than others…” then finishing her mini lecture added, “…there can be lots to learn from those who have history on their side, but as we grow into our own history we either take the chance to become educated, or the choice to ignore what is right before us. Some people see a ghost they scream they run, some people want to know where did that ghost come from, what can that ghost tell me…” A Ghost of a Chance, sometimes right in front of you, and often times next to you but you might never know it! Day Two
