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Popcorn and a Coke

Lynn Horton is a freelance writer and editor who in another lifetime taught English and Creative Writing at McIntosh High School and later worked in the Starr’s Mill High School Media Center.
Lynn Horton is a freelance writer and editor who in another lifetime taught English and Creative Writing at McIntosh High School and later worked in the Starr’s Mill High School Media Center.

Saturday morning, I crept out of the house. Silent as a little mouse, before anyone else was awake. It was 8 a.m.
I left a long list of things ” To Do ” on the table for my sister, my granddaughter, and my husband before loading the golf cart with baskets of decorations, signage, tickets, water, and peanut butter crackers; all  necessary to pull off a day-long affair at the historic Veranda Inn on Seavy Street in Senoia, Georgia. Saturday the 16th of September had finally arrived, and “ready or not,” the Stories Come Alive event, promised and advertised for over three months, now was going to happen. . . .

This adventure was like planning a wedding and being the Wedding Planner, the Bride’s Mother, and the Bride all at the same time. Lots of organization required, lots of emotion, and lots of drama thrown in to stir the pot into an excited frenzy! What started three months ago with an AH-Ha Idea became a reality…and so with those long lists of things to do, people to invite, reams of printed materials to create, early ticket sales, arrangements for parking, catering, music, entertainment, and meetings, meetings, and more meetings, the Show would finally go on!

And this affair, the  first-ever Southern Crescent Storytelling Festival in Senoia, Georgia, would, like a wedding, have bills to pay, talent to be scheduled, and lots and lots of people would need to be involved in order to pull this thing off!

You guessed it. Smart, Smart cookie. We did it. And now, we are back in the real world. The music has stopped, the Storytellers are silent, and the Fairies have gone back to Neverland. But earlier, on that charmed day, our guests were ushered around the beautiful property where they found they might choose to sit and listen to a variety of tales from many regions of the country told by more than twenty different people. Many tellers wore costumes, and girls wearing iridescent wings and crowns of colorful flowers—ribbon streamers floating behind—added to the picture book, fairytale setting. And if you were a real Kid, not just a child at heart, there were classes inside in the Children’s Telling Room.

Oh, the wonder of escaping this crazy, frightening, ugly world for a few hours. Stories are magic, feel-good magic. Today was full of sweetness…and magic. I was dog-tired when we finally returned home in the pitch darkness, leaving behind three blazing fire pits. I was too tired even to hold a marshmallow over a flame. Not too tired for a hot shower and cool PJs before heading to bed, though. It was 9 p.m.

Today it all seems like a dream. St. Louis is mad with rioting young people breaking windows and looting, who probably have no idea what their “cause” is; a police car burned on the Georgia Tech campus, Qatar is running ads on American television asking that the blockade be lifted. What blockade and who put it there. And where is Qatar? And more good news. Facebook and Google want to become so completely intertwined in our lives, maybe even implanted in our bodies, that they will one day control us. Like we are not already controlled by our Smartphones. We check them an average of 200 to 300 times a day. Is that obsessive?

Speaking of obsessive, those nasty drug dealers and, sadly, even our physicians have created such an addiction for opiates that in 2015 doctors prescribed enough so that every adult in America could have a 30-day supply. Is that in any way related to the fact that Google is telling you what to think? What to think? You have got to be kidding? I don’t even know this Google person. Where does he live? Who’s his mama?

Then there is the little problem of Hurricane Maria, a category 5 storm sweeping over the Caribbean with Puerto Rico in its sights…unreal! Just three weeks ago, these Islands were devastated, already!! And here we go again. And “Dreamers” are raging in the face of Nancy Pelosi, screaming “Liar, Liar.” Seems we have this little Problem with the tone of our politics today…. What is it with all the screaming and hollering? Just not acceptable. No one is listening to anyone.

Some days there is just nothing that can make me feel better about this crazy, ole world than curling up on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a coke. And The Andy Griffith Show…. And maybe a chocolate covered ice cream bar.
May God bless this nation, this state, this town, and our homes.