Famous and/or not so famous ledge dwellers

There's an essay, the title of which I can't think of right now, that divides humanity into two groups: ledge hangers and mountain climbers. This blog is about what it means to be a ledge hanger or a fringe dweller, what it means that is, to exist on the margins of society. We can discuss whether ledge hangers are in the majority or minority, in the world or in America; we can discuss the merits of mountain climbing vs. the merits of ledge hanging.

Before we begin, let me add my own first thought: ledge hanging is underrated in this country, and ledge hangers serve a purpose. Ledge hangers have found an alternative time and space, and I envy them greatly. Most days, I long to be a ledge hanger.

Now, I'd like to name three of my most admired ledge hangers: Rip Van Winkle, Troy Maxson ("Fences" by August Wilson), and my own father. Okay, I think all three are debatable, but examining these characters--their strivings and their reconciliations--will be part of the fun.

I also think this is a timely subject as it would appear that the world is about to change, and some of us are going to find our positions changed. Some things are opening up; other things are closing.

So, what say you all?

Signed,
RipwinkII