Tell me a Story
Back in high school a rumor spread about a kid who took all of his graduation money and went to Mystic Lake Casino and lost it all. We're talking 1996, the year of the Macarena and No Doubt's Don't Speak. Celine Dion, Madonna, and Mariah Carey were all on the top of the charts. Ooh! And let's not forget Dishwalla.
You get the idea. This was a wee bit ago.
Today I walked around Lake Harriet with Ted, one of my oldest friends (we've known each other since we were 5), and as we're walking (and apparently not thinking) this came out of my mouth:
"Ooooh! Is it true that Joe* blew all his graduation money at Mystic Lake?"
That's right. I pulled out gossip that was over a decade old. Clearly, this little piece of information had left an impression on me. Without missing a beat, Ted responded. He didn't know the answer but asked if I had heard about that other kid that same year who took his entire summer's worth of paychecks to Mystic Lake and lost it all because the gambling "system" he figured out didn't work?
So once we were done walking the lake and clearing up unanswered questions from 1996 I went and held my week old niece for awhile. She didn't have much to say, so I did the talking. And I told her stories. Some of it legitimate stories, some gossip, some in bad French. Either way, it made me think about why we tell any kind of story.
Maybe it's that we all have the same experiences presented in slightly different arenas. It's nice to hear that we're all foolish sometimes, all sad, all happy. All for different reasons but the experience could be the same. Maybe that's my biggest hope for Lost Edens. It couldn't be more personal but surely someone else experienced the same foolishness, same sadness, same joy and will relate?
*Joe is a pseudonym to protect the privacy of the owner of this alleged foolishness.
You get the idea. This was a wee bit ago.
Today I walked around Lake Harriet with Ted, one of my oldest friends (we've known each other since we were 5), and as we're walking (and apparently not thinking) this came out of my mouth:
"Ooooh! Is it true that Joe* blew all his graduation money at Mystic Lake?"
That's right. I pulled out gossip that was over a decade old. Clearly, this little piece of information had left an impression on me. Without missing a beat, Ted responded. He didn't know the answer but asked if I had heard about that other kid that same year who took his entire summer's worth of paychecks to Mystic Lake and lost it all because the gambling "system" he figured out didn't work?
So once we were done walking the lake and clearing up unanswered questions from 1996 I went and held my week old niece for awhile. She didn't have much to say, so I did the talking. And I told her stories. Some of it legitimate stories, some gossip, some in bad French. Either way, it made me think about why we tell any kind of story.
Maybe it's that we all have the same experiences presented in slightly different arenas. It's nice to hear that we're all foolish sometimes, all sad, all happy. All for different reasons but the experience could be the same. Maybe that's my biggest hope for Lost Edens. It couldn't be more personal but surely someone else experienced the same foolishness, same sadness, same joy and will relate?
*Joe is a pseudonym to protect the privacy of the owner of this alleged foolishness.
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