I have an observation. It has to do with men and mountains. Not just mountains but hills, mounds, and just about anything over three feet tall. It has taken more than thirty years combined with today's little adventure to come to an understanding of a singularly peculiar truth. This is the universal truth of which I am typing. Men, boys, and even, if it were physically possible infants of the male gender are irresistibly compelled to fight over elevated places.
The A brothers and I went to a local park at Cypress Point this evening and did some exploring. On the whole the area is flat and bordered by Old Tampa Bay. We walked toward the wooded area at the back of the property meandering here and there inspecting whatever caught or collective eyes. That is when we discovered a large pile of loose mulch approximately 20 feet in height. When something is large enough to warrant your attention you must give it a name. This name serves to uniquely identify location within you clan and must be universally agreed upon by every last member of the party present at the time of the discovery. We settled on ?Mulch Mountain?.
You can bet it took no time at all to dash to the location and head to the tip top. This is when it happened. John made claim to the highest height. Now John is a humble fellow and very kind but within minutes I detected a growing tone of arrogance as he began to subdivide the mountain of mulch into tiny kingdoms. He appointed Marcus governor of a lower elevation to the east and practically exiled Zachary to another lower elevation south of the peak. John must have considered me a threat at four times his size because even though he was atop the highest point he gave me the title of king of the mountain, but I could tell his heart was not in it, quite the savvy politician I think you will agree. I could feel the tension building.
Let me make an admission at this point in the story. From the moment I saw the pile I could not wait to climb to the top and start tossing the little men from the steepest side I could find. The battling was friendly enough to begin with as each little man wrestling his way to the top before being wrestled back down and thrown over the edge. Everything changed when John accidentally ripped Zach's jacket pocket and the real violence began. I was reminded of the many times my brother and I wrestled in high places. I came to the realization that in all my memories of having been with friends in high places a battle had ensued. In each case there was a struggle for the highest position. I will not leave you with a moral to this story. My motive for relating this information was to spark these memories in your own mind and see if the same experiences hold true for you. So if you are a man child, and If my claim that men battling for the mountain top is indeed a universal truth make sure to let me know!
