After intense and extensive study of Joe DiMaggio, I still can not place my finger upon exactly what made him such an American hero. I have offered you many reasons as to why the public bestowed a royal-like quality upon him and I have detailed the key events of his life in effort to help everyone grasp and comprehend his greatness. Yet, it would be rather auspicous of me to claim that I have discovered the source of Joe DiMaggio's aura, that I have in fact unlocked the door to his mystique, presenting to all this project as the key.
What I have decided, after careful and intrigued study, is that part of American aura and myth must forever remain a mystery. It is the unknown intensity of a boy, the lonely man at the top, the dark, stoic hero aching for his lover, the athlete driven to perform, that must exist away from the comings and goings of the average American so that we can look to them as our ideal. We must allow a distance between ourselves and our heroes. Yes, we can worship them, we can dream of them, we can try to be like them. But, for them to remain heroes, we must let them be, and we must give them the space to inspire us. We let Joe DiMaggio be, he would not have it any other way. And oh, how he did inspire...