Llove Letters

I remember as a kid thinking about deepest, darkest Africa. There in the beautiful jungle complete with pristine streams and abundant beauty, Tarzan, my favorite character, made his home. Someday I would travel to his world and it would be wonderful. I am sure that world exists somewhere, if only in the mind of Edgar R. Burroughs. The Africa I saw was not “deep and dark” but hot, dirty, poor beyond belief, and blighted by ignorance and exploitation. While a few reap the benefits of modern technology and world commerce, many more live in abject poverty. I know the same thing is true in parts of America – and yet, there is something there on the “dark continent”…