We just got back from the Dairy Queen. We were jonesing for banana splits. The man said, “We don’t have any bananas.”I
was shocked! A banana-free Dairy Queen world was approaching fast. I
felt the need to throw myself behind something to avoid the collision.
“What do you do when you don’t have bananas?” I asked, astonished out
of my wits. “We use a powder that tastes like candy,” he said. “But
it’s not a banana split.”
I knew my world would never be the same; but I didn’t want to know it
just yet. “The candy we use tastes a lot like bananas and people like
it.” I quaked.
Later, he produced our turtle sundaes and told us, “Sometimes we run
out of ice cream.” “What DO YOU DO when Dairy Queen has no ice cream!”
We had reached the existential crater, the black hole of unknowing. It
was still smoking, so we called it the cloud of unknowing.
It was nightime, but the sun was awfully bright. The pale moonlight lit
up the boulevard. Good thing. People were not used to steering
I had been told that bananas were arriving in the morning, so I knew
that I had until then. The DQ wasn’t set up for overnites, so we’d have
to get a blanket.
We passed a newstand, where yesterday’s newspaper had just arrived,
fresh off the presses. The headline: “George W. Bush leads as Chief
Justice of the World Court”
A thought suddenly hit me! “The dish didn’t run away with the spoon,” I
said. “Because the cow couldn’t have made it ALL the way over the moon.”
I to believe you,” my wife intoned, “or what has been written and
believed for thousands of years.” It was a tight corner, no doubt.
I could always refer to other cultures, I thought. The values are the
same, in every one, but you don’t have to believe that moon was ever
No doubt, the issue that divided nations, that put people to going to
war and slaughtering each other was now infecting my marriage.
“No bananas, no bananas!” I shrieked in my mind. “What rotten luck, and why did the night have to start this way!??”This
bizarro, no-ice-cream-Dairy-Queen world was taking its toll. We could
lose everything. We could lose each other. It’d be bad for our
The morning alone would bring hope. But we’d have to capture that
moment for it to be real. How else would people know there were bananas?
I’d heard of paradigm shifts, of shifts in techtonic plates! But no one
wants a “split, no banana.” “They’d eat the powder and deny it,” I
So I’ll be there late tonight when the sun goes down. At the crack of
dawn the bananas are supposed to arrive. I’ll do it for you. For I love
won’t know I did it, if I do. If I don’t succeed, I’m sure you’ll blame
me. There’s nothing like the responsibility of making the world
safe for bananas….
Or, for that matter, the responsibility of keeping Dairy Queen
free…free to be…all that SHE can be. It’s the least we can do for the
So wouldn’t each and every one of you stand up for the bananas if you knew what was at stake? I knew you would. And so will I.It’ll
be a long cold night, alone, dark with all that reflected pale
sunlight, and tense. If I fail, the bananas won’t really win. So I
think my chances are good with them.
Still, if they are as crazed as the World Court, and if they drive
their bodies down the street as crazy as you folks do, then tell my
wife I loved her.
I’ll throw my body on the banana crater to keep it from exploding. What is one life, when a paradigm shift is at stake?You
can give your thanks to my wife, if I don’t come back in one piece.
I’ll be listening, even if my eyes are closed. And I’ll respond, if
ever I can walk again.
But don’t cry for me, after all. I didn’t tell you, and maybe you don’t deserve to know.
But if there’s not enough bananas for everyone, I’m taking all that there is down with me…so there!!