How the Easter Bunny Won the West

 HOW THE EASTER BUNNY WON THE WEST

Well this past weekend marked three days of significant events which merit commentary.  And are Karmically related.,  

On Friday late in the afternoon...like at six thirty (when our mail gets delivered) our “stimulus” check arrived just about a week after it had been sent.  Now I’m only going to offer an anemic  complaint because it’s nice to get the resources yet we could hop in the car and hit a plane  and be where the check came from in just a hair under three and a half hours unless somebody was trying to smuggle an elephant wearing explosive sneakers and carrying an aK47 through security.  So why did it take a week to get here—it’s a mystery....unsolved and soonforgotten. Yet.... here’s the next link in the weekend chain..

That mail got here by plane, and truck but merely 161 years ago on Saturday the latest in speedy mail service was launched.  Yes the legendary Pony Express made it’s initial run headed west out of St. Joeseph Mo.  It should be noted that the lightning fast rider and his noble steed. We’re poised and ready to fly at 4:30 PM however they were held up waiting on the mail train so they didn’t gallop away until  around half past seven.  That was when the first stimulus checks or tax refunds were traveling  by pony I guess.  

Now let’s explore the Pony Express and dare to do so in the light of what was fable be what was fact.  

First, the legend of the pony express was far greater than  the service ever became.  This service only lasted for about  a year and a half.  Some of the legendary riders on the pony express did include Buffalo Bill Cody and Wild Bill Hicock.  Well 

Buffalo Bill may not have actually ridden more than a substitute route or two and Wild 

Bill rode only two months.  Oh and Wild “Bill’s” name wasn’t  even Bill.  His given name  was James.   I suspect that Jittery Jimmy probably wouldn’t haves suited the rough and tumble teenage kid that rode  carrying a pistol and a pouch of mail.  His father  had been William  and had passed when Jimbo was only about 10.  The Pony Express was able to get mail from Missouri to California in a blazing time of 10 days instead of the two to three months that it took by steamship.  Trains were not linked from coast to coast until well after the horses and the Telegraph spanned  the country.  In fact from 1850 to 1855 train service ended in that Wild West outlaw town known as Iowa city. And in 1860 it had reached the exotic western environs nestling  up to the Missouri River.  So the first two links of the weekend chain were the slow current. Mail and the mythical fast and hero studded Pony Express which leads us to Sunday where a another  mythical character is the star of delivery to our homes....

Yes all over the U.S. of a.  The EASTER BUNNY brings all kinds of candy and small toys  into our homes.  Some how year after year the bunny convinces  multinational candy manufactures  to crank out egg-shaped sweets such as cream-filled eggs, cosmic colored marshmallow chicks, and oval peanut butter cups.  This mythical rabbit scampers to and fro depositing baskets weaved on a high speed conveyor belt somewhere in the orient and filled with the world’s best vacuum cleaner clogging  green celluloid  strips.  

Now in this “rational” is valuable world it becomes pretty  hard to reconcile the events of the weekend so maybe I’ll jump on a zoom call with Santa, the Tooth Fairy, Cupid, and an honest politician to gain an enhanced understanding of it all.  

So what does this have to do with seeking peace and joy today?  Well grasshopper...that’s simple...

We still live in a world where one of our neighbors walks around bringing messages from near and far to tell us about  who we owe  and who is having a wedding and stuff.  We have  invested  a lot in getting information to each other faster and faster and faster in hopes that we make wiser decisions...sometimes it pays off sometimes all that’s left is horse shit and a cloud of dust.  Sometimes we can’t rely on the same chicken to give us the same old eggs and have to welcome creatures that look different to bring us a variety of notions and materials.  Finally although some stories are not congruent with our thoughts they might offer a little creative magic or imagination that might remove  a mental block or two.  Seeking peace and joy sometimes  means believing what could happen is only  loosely linked with what did happen or is happening and we shouldn’t be afraid of entertaining stories and meanings that suggest a wide range of possibilities.  

Now who ate the ears off my chocolate  bunny?