It All Comes Back (Opening)

Daddy, hey, Daddy, come here okay?
I need you.
What are you doing, I said come here!
You need to do what I tell you to do!
Listen to me!
Daddy, come here right now!
You're making me mad.
Listen to me.
Listen to me!
I wanna play airplane, I wanna play airplane!
I wanna play airplane!
I wanna put my arms out and fly!
Like the red baron and the sopwith camel!
No wait, like superman up in the sky! '
Till I can see all of Pennsylvania!
Hey, give me a hand.
What'd ya get Daddy?
Right, right, right.
It's from Clyde Gibbon's barn; what a haul.
He said, "
Take what you want." I said, "
Clyde, are you sure?" He said, "
It's all junk to me." I said, "
Okay, Clyde, okay." C'mon, take a look.
You go to auctions, yard sales, comb the dump, and crap, there's crap, there's crap, there's- Hey, what's this?
More crap?
No.
Linen, this is linen.
Gorgeous Irish linen.
See how I can tell?
Right here, this floating thread you see, that's what makes it damask.
And the weight, the weight- this drape!
And the pattern crisp and clear.
See how it's made from mat and shine?
It's tattered here, but all the rest; how beautiful, how fine.
Okay, what else?
Ah, crap.
Crap.
Dead mouse.
Can I have it?
It's all yours.
What's this?
Silver!
Is this silver?
Is this junk or silver?
With polish we can tell.
I love how tarnish melts away opening to luster.
And the mark- is there a mark?
Yes!
This step, you see right here, that's how the craftsman leaves a sign that he was here and made his work so beautiful, so fine.
This has traveled continents to get here.
And crossed an ocean of time.
And somehow landed in this box under a layer of grime.
I can't abide romantic notions of some vague long ago.
I want to know what's true- dig into who and what and why and when.
Until now gives way to then.
Did you ever imagine I'd hang on to your stuff dad?
Me either.
But, I guess I always knew that I was going to draw you.
in cartoons.
Yes, dad I know you think cartoons are silly.
But, I draw cartoons and I need real things to draw from 'cause I don't trust memory.
But, God, this thing is ghastly.
You were so exstatic when you found it at a yard sale.
No, no, wait- in Mr.
Gibbon's barn.
It all comes back, it all comes back, it all comes back.
There's you, and there's me.
But now I'm the one who's forty-three and stuck.
I can't find my way through.
Just like you.
Am I just like you?
I can't abide romantic notions of some vague long ago.
I want to know what's true, dig deep into who and what and why and when.
Until now gives way to then.
What is true, oh.
I wanna play airplane.
Caption: My dad and I were exactly alike.
I see everything!
Caption: My dad and I were nothing alike.
I'm superman!
My dad and I.
But daddy come back!