Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
no.
disappointment.
why?
hershey park sky.
“what’s the fee?”
a cost for feeling free.
but can we, dad, can we?
jumbo the gumbo,
teletron telethon
through a carne’s
megatron.
wheel me up, Ferris!
twenty-five minutes at
a the top—
starting with Fee—
the best concert
experience
a working dad
could have
afforded me.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 16 , 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Phans will understand. 🐠 While Phish has neither confirmed nor denied the accuracy of this account, certain parties familiar with August 14, 1996, including Reba, may consider it substantially true. The author maintains that this was, in fact, the best concert experience a working dad could have afforded him.
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Comments6
Well written . Your poem reflects the contrast between the desire for joy and financial constraints. It speaks to the universal experience of children longing for experiences that bring them happiness, often complicated by their parents’ economic realities. The act of asking "Can we, dad, can we?" encapsulates the innocence of childhood hope in the face of adult responsibilities.
a good write my friend
Concerts are fun in and of themselves what took me in this write was the amusement park link. I remember well the times my family went to the amusement park (the best my working dad could afford). It was a minor Disney world that we as young kids could not tell the difference of. It brought back old memories and stoked the emotions as all good poems should. Well done my friend I particularly liked the rhyming short run:
"jumbo the gumbo,
teletron telethon
through a carne’s
megatron."
A fave out of yesterday
Ah I love this, my Dad worked his hands to the bone to give us treats, I was 22 in 1996 I appreciate this so much, a lovely proud moment for a good kid and his father. 🌹
That's close to 20 years ago now! Wow. Some memories are so etched.🕊️🙏
The day you first heard of a Mr P. Solus and his team, and their antics?
Knitting, sabres, spinach, etc. What ARE we talking about? Ask WCAT which won't tell us anything! lol.
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