All in experience

janice's farm

I feel extra-masculine manhandling barbed wire, driving my Dodge through waist-high weeds and stepping in cow shit.  Those are the kinds of things us city boys only get to do in our imaginations as we’re watching truck ads on TV.  I hope MSL notices how broad my shoulders are.  

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we had sandwiches

The pleasant woman and I introduce ourselves and shake hands.  I am friendly, but can’t quite say, “Nice to meet you.”  “Fascinated to meet you,” would be more accurate, but I don’t say that either because the situation is already weird enough.

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into the story

...  if you stay in theater long enough, you’ll eventually get cast in a part where you have to sing or take off your shirt, and I wasn’t gonna do either of those things in front of people.

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gotta run

 I remember wondering why adults moved so slowly, and then I became an adult and I lost the run, too.  The run just atrophied away like playing the piano and remembering grocery lists and other things I used to be able to do.

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men of letters

The shop of my childhood was a relic of the mechanical age: oily and unguarded.  Belts, flywheels and blades were fully exposed.  Solvents and cigarettes were held in the same hands. It was a place so obviously dangerous that I can’t remember ever needing to be told to be careful.

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changing dollars

Abruptly we pulled to the curb, and Matthew began to talk to a bunch of men sitting in lawn chairs under a tree: robed, Ray-Ban-ed, exaggerated cool.  I was taken aback when Matthew announced that these men would change our money, and it suddenly seemed that the transaction was urgent.

doing hard things

Another of our colleagues mentioned a footrace renown for it’s heat, crowds and a huge, difficult hill.  “It’s really hard.  You don’t want to do that one”, he told her.  I didn’t say it at the time, but I thought, “how sad”.  Why would we discourage someone from doing something just because it is difficult?