03-12-2015, 09:45 PM
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My Conversation with History
I was at a sports bar the other day where I struck up a conversation with a middle aged gentleman. Our conversation started off with politics and then, slowly but surely, lingered into history. As we exchanged ideas I was struck by the man's attention to detail, genuineness and so matter of fact about past world events.As this gentleman spoke he became alive and took on a unique role. He no longer was the reporter, but at that point, the actual actor on stage regarding events in history that took place hundreds and even thousands of years ago. All at that point with the clarity of an eyewitness as he related past historical events.I began to believe that he was a living, breathing, historical figure. Transposed from the late past to the present.
As I gazed into the eyes of this mysterious gentleman, I came to realize that he was holding from me, locked in his heart, a deep sacred secret. Was this man the personification of history ? Suddenly and without warning, as if he felt uncomfortable of my sudden discovery, the man stood up,, abruptly cut short our conversation and left the establishment. Leaving me to wonder if before my eyes history actually had made a true entrance in the form of a man.
03-12-2015, 09:55 PM
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Re: My Conversation with History
You'd be a marvellous story teller painter.I can imagine a dark night, rain beating hard against an old pub window, and a gale blowing outside.
As people were leaving to start their journey home, all the lights suddenly flickered, then went off. The light from the log fire was all that was left.
You decide to make the most of the situation and begin to tell a story so intriguing, folks gradually began to gather round to listen . . . .
03-12-2015, 10:11 PM
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Re: My Conversation with History
Originally Posted by Alan Cooke
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You certainly can make a few words into a story EoaP.
03-12-2015, 10:13 PM
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Re: My Conversation with History
Originally Posted by Mups
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You'd be a marvellous story teller painter. I can imagine a dark night, rain beating hard against an old pub window, and a gale blowing outside.
As people were leaving to start their journey home, all the lights suddenly flickered, then went off. The light from the log fire was all that was left.
You decide to make the most of the situation and begin to tell a story so intriguing, folks gradually began to gather round to listen . . . .
03-12-2015, 10:16 PM
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Re: My Conversation with History
Originally Posted by eyes_of_a_painter
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Thank you, Alan. You are a brother and a partner in beer..
03-12-2015, 10:18 PM
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Originally Posted by Alan Cooke
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Not just beer Painter, also gin and tonic !
03-12-2015, 10:20 PM
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Re: My Conversation with History
Originally Posted by Jem
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Such a pity I hadn’t bumped into him Rodolfo, I would have nailed his feet to the floor until he told me the truth about my great great grandmother running off with a sailor.
03-12-2015, 10:23 PM
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Originally Posted by eyes_of_a_painter
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Sounds like a plan..
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