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.
What a wonderful time. We were treated like kings. Greg’s staff couldn’t have been more cordial, and Tom was a very generous host. We all felt way more important than we deserve. (Also, Jamie was nice.)
“Down in the valley”
Down in the valley, the valley so low,
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow.
Hear the winds blow, dear, hear the winds blow.
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow.
Down in the valley, walking between,
Telling our story, here's what it means.
Here's what it means, dear, here's what it means,
Telling our story, here's what it means.
Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,
Angels in heaven know I love you;
Know I love you, dear, know I love you,
Angels in heaven know I love you.
Build me a castle forty feet high,
So I can see him as he rides by;
As he rides by, dear, as he rides by,
So I can see him as he rides by.
Writing this letter, containing three lines,
Answer my question, "Will you be mine?"
"Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine,"
Answer my question, "Will you be mine?"
If you don't love me, love whom you please,
Throw your arms round me, give my heart ease.
Give my heart ease, dear, give my heart ease,
Throw your arms round me, give my heart ease.
Throw your arms round me, ...