This is a re-post of a short story I wrote on June 5, 2012, while I was grounded by a ferocious windstorm in the small town of Glendive, Montana.
I've never been very good at hanging out. I need something to do, or at least something to watch. I spent the morning shopping and riding around downtown Glendive sightseeing... all of which took about 2 hours. As I said, it's a small town. I finally landed at the public library where I used their WiFi to catch up on my email and iChat with my kids.
I checked the comments section for my latest Huff Post article; nothing new, did my accounting, stared off into space. Now it was almost 12:30. Sigh. This was going to be a long day. Around 1:00, as I dozed at my table, I noticed the place began to fill up with small children accompanied by parents or older siblings. "Well, why not?" I thought, "it is a library." Then more children showed up, then more still until there was standing room only.
I remembered a kiosk out front advertising a magic show, I hadn't noticed the date, but I found myself hoping it would be today. "Is there really going to be a magician?" I asked the librarian, maybe a little too eagerly.
She looked at me over the top of her glasses, "How long have you been on the road?" she asked.
"This is my 5th week," I muttered, "what about the magician? Will there be a clown, too?"
"Well," she said, "you'd better find a chair," she indicated the back of the room, "you can sit over there...with the rest of the kids."
It was a great show, and after, we all got to sign up for a drawing for a new bicycle. Second prize is a Slip 'N Slide. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.