I spotted this in my camera roll. Evidently, I took the photo and immediately forgot about it.
Seeing it now brings it all back. I was hired to MC “Outdoor Bingo in the park” in NYC’s Bryant Park.
When I took the stage- I saw this dragonfly sitting on the microphone. I didn’t want to disturb it, so I stood by the microphone for a while, looking at it. I must’ve pulled out my phone and taken this picture- (that’s the part I don’t remember)
Now, usually when I take the stage to begin a show, I walk straight to the microphone and start in confidently-But because of the dragonfly, I stood there for a while, and people wondered, Why the awkward pause what was going on?
For the people in the front, I got their attention and pointed out the dragonfly. A few people were able to see it, but most weren’t.
From what I remember, I picked up the microphone stand and gave it a little shake-The dragonfly released and flew away, and a few people in the front applauded.
I introduced myself in the microphone and began the event.
The interesting part to me is not this little story itself, but this memory. It’s been stored away in a little place in my brain, and jogged loose because of this photograph.
Kind of interesting!
I never would’ve remembered this at all. I think, even if you had said to me, “do you remember when there was a dragonfly on your microphone?”
I would have said no- Looking at this photograph, it all came back to me.
Just think of all the memories we have stored away, that, barring a photo, or some other thing like a song or a smell, will never be shaken loose.
I find this woman’s response to be ridiculous enough to dismiss but interesting enough to discuss
When I do a hit on Fox News and then they write an article about it, they always kind of clean it up and make it seem like I made more succinct point than I made.
(Well I did make a good point …what I mean is the editors take over and they kind of re-explain my soundbite, and if you read the article, I feel like they made it more clear than I made it!)
So read the article and then look at the video, and you’ll see what I mean.
https://www.foxnews.com/media/comedian-warns-woke-not-dead-cancel-culture-still-looms-over-comedy
“Ice Cream!”
— I’ve not dropped a ‘Story’ in a ‘Coons age’, so here ‘tis —
One if the most Seminal moments of my life…
Please, don’t laugh.
I’ve only been able to relate this story recently with out breaking down in tears.
It scared my little six year old soul that deeply.
It was 1968, we lived in Anchorage Alaska.
I was in the first grade.
We were doing a ‘Unit’ on ‘Native Alaskans’.
1/4 of my class just happened to be ‘Native’.
The Grandmother of an Inuit kid that I played with, in my class, was coming in to demonstrate how to make ‘Eskimo Ice Cream’.
I was so excited, I couldn’t wait for the day to come.
Momma was a waitress, Daddy was an E-5 or E-6, in the USAF. Living off the Alaska economy. The only ice cream I ate with any regularity was ‘snow ice cream’.
Snow
Milk
Sugar
Vanilla
So my big little ass was in Heaven…
ICE CREAM!!!
Then the day arrived…
His lovely grandmother showed up, wearing a ‘Native’ outfit complete with ‘Muk-Luks’.
Hot damn!!
I couldn’t almost ...