TWINKLY JUICE
Being Sawn in Half by a Magician Taught Me Nothing
Sometimes it’s more about the magic than the moral
Life can be maddeningly opaque. Strange and random things happen. We struggle to understand them, find meaning in them.
Or not.
Like that time when a department store magician sawed me in half.
I must’ve been around nine years old and it was school holidays. I don’t know why my mother decided to take me and my younger brother and sister with her into town to go shopping. Trips to town were very rare in my childhood and almost always involved the presence of Dad for parental tag-team action. But on this occasion, Mum was left to deal with our assorted bodily demands, non-existent attention spans and loud, politically-incorrect questions by herself.
So after an hour of managing to keep us from fighting at the bus stop, and then dealing with our non-stop whining during the journey, imagine my poor mother’s delight when she entered a department store and saw a sign reading: Free Half-Hour Magic Show at 2:00pm — Lots of Fun for the Kiddies!
She frog-marched us over to the Free Half-Hour Magic Show room and then exited at light-speed. A line of…
