Thursday, October 8, 2009

Hitchcock "The Birds" Day in the RV

Eeek, there are thousands of birds in the trees around my camper, and they're all talking. What's going on?

I'm not going outside, I'll tell you that. Instead, let me tell you a couple of scenes from the exhibits so far...

In Sioux City, we were set up at the Southern Hills Mall. It was a great setting, lots of random people wandering by, saying, "Oh, what's this?", and, by the second day, I heard people say, "Oh, I saw this on TV..."

One afternoon a pair of teenage boys stopped and were looking at one of the photos (Janice Wright). I moseyed on over, of course, to give them bookmarks and see if they wanted to chit chat. One of the boys pointed at Janice's photo and said, "That's my grandpa's sister."

We talked for a few minutes. He knows the family story. His grandpa (age 8 or 12) was there with his sister Jan (age 10) when their dad shot their mom, and then the rest of the story...

This teenager in Sioux City was a good kid. He thinks Jan is great; of course, I agree. I told him she's proof they have good genes. His buddy was standing by, listening, not making a peep. I'm sure when the boys walked away they had some kind of interesting conversation.

Later the same day, a woman was looking at the photos. I gave her a bookmark, but she didn't feel like chatting; I left her alone. She looked some more. A while later--I hadn't been watching; but I suppose she was still looking around--she walked up to me and said, very blunt, "I suppose you take donations." I pointed her to the local crisis center staffer, and she wrote them a check for $100 and walked off. Not a word.

There are many stories out there. Most of them are never told. Or heard.

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