This last weekend my sister, mother and I drove around Fort Wayne and window-shopped for houses in a particular neighborhood. As we got out of our vehicle to look inside a house that was for sale we noticed an older gentleman walking down the sidewalk.
The man, we later learned to be Conrad Teff, was guiding a boy who was shakily balancing on stilts. He yelled out, "This here is a nice neighborhood if you are looking to buy." His movements were slow because the boy was a beginner.
"Where did you get the stilts?" we asked.
"Oh, I used to be a stilt walker."
"Why'd you first decide to learn?"
"Well, it was either do bad and evil things or learn stilts."
Personally, I went to youth group to stay out of trouble. Stilts could have worked. To each his own, I guess.
Wednesday, March 24
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Allison, you and your family seem to have the most funny and random experiences! No one else I know has the kind of stories you do!
Ha! We do have some fun times. I think it is a frame of mind though- that everything could be an experience. Try it. I bet even a traffic jam or a poopy diaper can be an adventure!
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