From a time long ago and a place far away I had a young student. He was an accelerated learner, loved to read, study and practice. He left Cincinnati years ago never to return. I hadn't seen him since. . . till the other night.
It was Friday night and I had decided to work Hollywood & Highland. I approached the spot where I had worked a week earlier and there stood a strange man with a duck. . . doing tricks.
It took me a while before I recognized who it was. My old friend James Moore aka L.O. Quint aka Black Magic. We spent the evening swapping off shows and catching up.
The funniest thing he did was put the duck in a harness, tie the duck up with the leash, stick it in a big brass bucket, cover it with a big scarf and 30 seconds later the duck emerged free of it's restraints. Made me laugh.
He told anyone that would listen that I was the guy who taught him how to do magic, and how I had changed his life. Sometimes I get uncomfortable with friends elevating me to guru status or something. I find it hard to believe that I have touched so many lives. I don't get it, maybe I've actually done some good in this life.
I have tried to do right by my art, follow my heart and live my dream. And for this I get four kids who are rapidly becoming strangers.
Life is good, what do I have to complain about. I have a woman who loves me and is the world to me. We live in a beautiful home, have a LOT of fun and and bare our souls, among other things, to each other. . . frequently.