Well, today I gave my first speech in front of a group of people not in elementary school. The Midtown Rotary invited me to talk about what I do here. Man, sounds boring to me.
The food they had at Ansley Golf Club was excellent, and I even tried the pecan pie. I’ll spare you the full story for now, but the first time I tried pie I was seventeen years old, sitting next to Andrew Young, and he was trying to pressure me into eating his slice of pecan pie. It’s hard to say “no” in a situation that surreal, no matter how afraid of pie you really are.
Anyway, my presentation went well, I think. The pace was much faster than they were used to, which, I hope, was refreshing. Then I surprised them and let one of our master-storytellers, Akbar, take the stage. He knocked ’em dead. I’m pretty sure that Akbar was probably the first person to step inside Ansley Golf Club wearing a dashiki.
After the show, one gentleman suggested that the Wren’s Nest organize an official group of storytellers that travel to schools, churches, etc. Now, the idea had occurred to me before (if they’re not coming to us, go to them), but this gentleman proposed it in such a way that really made me consider it as a legitimate route. Tell me: why shouldn’t we have a touring company? I’m trying to figure out a good reason why not. Everyone leaves the Wren’s Nest satisfied; but hardly anyone ever comes here in the first place. What do you think? Go on, you can use the comments.