I want to do that someday

Every person’s life is worthy of a book. I hope you are writing yours, or saving and collecting the material to one day write it.

I am in the midst of mine.

For those of you who just tuned in, this is the next installment of my memoirs currently in production. The previous installments are available on my web page I hope you find it interesting.

The book is titled, Live Long*,  Learn a Little, Laugh a Lot.

We made it to Bryce and Zion Canyons. We were going on to Grand Canyon, but Dad had had enough travel, and we headed home. Even so the trip stoked the fire in my bones.

I enjoyed the views of the canyons, but the highlight of the trip to me was a variety stage show the staff put on at our motel at Bryce Canyon. They were talented college kids on their summer break working at the motel by day, and performing for the tourists by night. The MC was funnier than his lines, i.e. “We had a guest come running in from the swimming pool shouting there was a seal in the water. We thought He’d been out in the sun to long. But we checked and sure enough; turns out we take such good care to keep the pool clean and tidy, it was the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval.

“Many of you will be returning home from here after traveling all around the country. We hope you don’t remember us as the last resort.”

Dad said, “He was good. It takes talent to deliver corny jokes like he did.”

I said, “Really! I wonder how he did it?”

Why do I remember an mc’s punch lines after more than 60 years? Because I was mesmerized. The canyons were spectacular scenery. The trip was almost once in a lifetime for us growing up. But this scene, this experience dwarfed them all. Here were kids not too much older than I was singing, cracking jokes, generating applause and having a great time on stage.

The experience burned itself into my brain, and kept echoing through my youthful years, “I want to do that some day.”

I knew it would take desire, practice, and talent. The big question was the other two.

What do you think about this part of the book?

Everybody I know is busy, including me.  Where are those golden years I was planning on of sitting on the back porch picking my guitar? So I will send just one little part of the book at a time. You can give it a quick read and tell me what you think if you would like.

I’ve slimmed that process down to two questions, and four strokes on the key board (six if you count “Reply” and “Send.”)

The questions are these:“A” How much did you enjoy this?

“B” How much do you think a person who doesn’t know Duane Hiatt would enjoy this?

The rating is:1. Glanced at it, printed it out and lined the bottom of the bird cage with it.

2. Sped-read it and filed it with my tax return receipts

3. Thought it was about as interesting as a well written obituary

4. Could have put it down, but didn’t want to

5. Couldn’t put it down. Put it in a magnetic frame and stuck it onto the fridge door

So your response would perhaps be A-4, B-3, (Or maybe A-5, B-5, I’m expecting a minimum number of those.)

Also feel free to add comments if you like.

Also, also, feel free to forward this material to anyone you want to.

Your next installment is: What and how my mother taught me