Letter 43 – Salacious Sounding Hooves, Pony Girl Boots, Leather Muzzles, and Pony Walks at Dawn in the Park
I’m writing this letter at 3/18/2012 at 9:42 P.M.
“Every novelist must start with empathy and with a great curiosity about people. In many ways, those qualities are even more important than language – important as language is. Henry was fascinated with people – with the nuts, the clowns, the destitute refuse of life.” –Erica Jong on Henry Miller, The Devil at Large
When I begin each letter, I often daydream of you, still living in Big Sur, getting your large stack of mail, filtering through it, and imagining your eyes light up with surprise and elation when you see an envelope from me. And, I fantasize that you are genuinely excited to read one of my letters.
We had a long day, yesterday. For a majority of this morning and early afternoon, my stepdaughter and I rested, watching a movie on cable, to recharge after performing magic in our very first vaudeville show. The Illusionettes had a great time! I have always wanted to do that. I love the history of vaudeville. The theater was in an edgy, yet historic part of St. Paul. We definitely weren’t on Summit Avenue where Scott Fitzgerald once lived. We were at the Mounds Theater, where people of all walks of life, gathered outside in the run down, older neighborhood. I saw clowns inside the theater and “nuts” outside of it. I observed a sneaky, quiet, prostitution deal occur right outside the theater, a big burly guy puking up green beer in the street, and people dressed head to toe in green attire, hooting, and cheering, laughing and drinking green beer a half a block down from the theater. It was St. Patty’s Day. St. Paul is full of Irish people and they love to celebrate it! Occasionally, someone would pass by and say to those of us sitting on a short, cement wall, just outside the theater, having a cigarette, “Hey, you know… that theater is haunted.” I already knew this from previously performing at this theater, and welcomed the haunting. But, I never witnessed any ghostly evidence to make me believe this theater is haunted. Continue reading