Lost Boy, Pirate or Pan: Where an Old Rogue Fits In

Sunday, I posted the following:

Visiting Neverland. I want badly to join the Lost Boys. But years ago I made the decision to grow up. Everyone becomes a pirate eventually.

I was spending some quality time with some future leaders of the artistic world and was reminded of a simpler, more creative time in my own life. I was visiting Neverland. It all seemed so familiar and in many ways it fit, but something was off.

I thought I might have turned into a pirate.

I was saved from this depressing thought when someone pointed out that I might just be Peter Banning, the grown up Peter Pan from Steven Spielberg's under-appreciated "Hook". I am a Lost Boy, I've just forgotten how to fight, how to fly and how to crow.

Peter Banning is not a happy man. He's losing (or lost) his family because he works too much. He's not terribly good at that either, because it's not where his heart lies. He's lost his "marbles" just as much as Toodles ever did.

Was his decision to leave Neverland a good one? Yes, actually. He made that choice to be with the woman he loved. To raise his children, to begin the next great adventure.

Then why does he need to revisit Neverland?

Because he forgot how to fight. He forgot how to fly. And he forgot how to crow. The world is a dark and gloomy place without a good crow once in a while.

So, for those looking for the old "Peter Banning" that used to blog here, I'm on vacation in Neverland. I'm gonna spend some time looking for my happy thought. Once I find it, watch out folks. 'Cause a grown up Peter Pan, with his fight, flight and crow intact, is a worthy adversary indeed.