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260. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Friday, May 18th, 5:00pm
Miles (and Drew)


Miles sits at the window. Drew takes the seat beside him.

Drew: Nice afternoon after all that rain we had yesterday.

Miles: Uh huh.

Drew: Makes me think of the age-old question, why did the duck cross the road?

Miles: Shouldn’t that be a chicken?

Drew: It makes more sense that it should be a duck, don’t you think? A duck is a wild animal and more likely to be waiting at the side of a road, rather than a chicken, which would be penned up on a farm.

Miles: (stares at him for a moment) Do you have any toilet paper?

Drew: Hmm … (contemplates the question and nods slowly) I see what you’re saying.


Next stop: Saturday, May 19th, 8:00pm

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258. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Wednesday, May 16th, 5:00pm
Drew (and Zoey)


Drew sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.

Drew: (points out the window) There is a bird in a tree.

Zoey: I’m sorry?

Drew: There is a bird in a tree … Or is the tree simply there for the bird?

Zoey: I think the bird …

Drew: (holds up a finger) You are going to say that because the bird moves and the tree does not, that the bird is the one who must be the subject, the one who provides the action, and the tree is merely awaiting the bird’s arrival. BUT! Does not the tree live longer?

Zoey: (nods slowly) It does …

Drew: So again, I ask, is the bird in the tree or does the tree exist for the bird?

Zoey: Errr … Both?

Drew: (frowns) I must contemplate this further.

Zoey: You’re welcome.


Next stop: Thursday, May 17th, 5:00pm

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Senses

It’s been thirty-four years since I had a discussion in a class in high school – I don’t even remember what the class was, only that the teacher could easily be led astray by an interesting conversation and we wouldn’t have to do any work if we could catch her attention with something.

The discussion was based on two things. First – everyone, at some point in their lives, has six months left to live. If you could know without a shadow of a doubt that you had that much time left, would you want to?

The second of the two subjects that day has more to do with today’s prompt. And I swear, I wasn’t thinking of this when I came up with the prompt. (not sure if I should put that in there or not, but I can’t take it out now, right?)

Anyway, the second of the two subjects we talked about that day was, if you had a choice between losing your sight or your hearing, but you had to choose one, which would you pick?

Most people if I remember correctly, said their hearing. After all, being able to see makes getting around a lot easier. But I was torn. I love music. I love to be able to hear the birds sing. I can’t imagine not being able to hear the beauty of a great guitar riff, or the voice of a singer I adore. I just… can’t.

With so many years of hindsight, and having a Deaf child, I am really now torn. I see him enjoying life without sound – he can still feel the beat of music, and he’s able to communicate for the most part with just about anyone through gestures and body language. Still, he’s never been able to hear music, and so he doesn’t understand what he’s missing.

I don’t know how I would cope without my sight either. Gone would be my camera, and all but the fragrance of flowers. And I walk into things as it is…

It’s a question that will probably stay with me for another thirty-four years, if not more. I hope I never have to choose.


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