What have I lost?
Words: When you’ve spent thirty years on the craft of magic and comedy, you come to see how important each word is. A verbal moment carefully built of alphabet block construction becomes a pile of I saw that dust if we forget the terms the effect is built on. It’s literally like saying a magic spell. At a conference in Calgary, I used “the” instead of “your” during an effect and it instantly caused an issue with the volunteer on stage. Losing a word can be the difference between changing a frog to a prince and changing a frog to a toad. Confusion is not magic.
Things: I have lost phone numbers, tape measures and I’m certain, a winning lottery ticket. I can’t prove the ticket would have been a winner. I keep that thought as a memory of my alternate destiny. I could have been a millionaire philanthropist saving the Albino Three Headed Gloat Fish from extinction. Never heard of the Albino Three Headed Gloat Fish? It’s extinct. I wasn’t there to save it with my lost winning ticket money. (Flashback to It’s a Wonderful Life popped up…”You weren’t there to rescue him.”)
Friends: I recently realized that friend has the word end built in as a reminder that people are temporary. No one that I once created memories with has actually died, but time and a lack of current common ground have altered my circle of friends into a single straight line. However, every good joke begins with a straight line…man, that’s good; I should write this stuff down.
What did I find?
An entire room: We have lived in our current home several years. A room just off the main area that we exist in was used as my wife’s office. A Marie Kondo kind of cleansing revealed a new favorite place for me to write in. A five foot wide arched entryway keeps the rest of the house just a glance away, but this room feels like a cabin in the woods. Let’s call it, Surreal Estate. It’s only 8’ x 8’. A bobble head figure of Houdini in a straight jacket and miniature Samurai sword letter opener are within arm’s reach. If I ever need to escape or am attacked by an angry envelope, I’m covered.
Great, I lost my train of thought. So, take stock of your lost and found. You might not find a hidden room, but a winning lotto ticket with my name on it would be a bonus.
Mitchell Hrycan…Think twin and win!
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