Watching the elephants try to dance

glassy.jpgYesterday I drove through the snow in Algonquin Park in Canada and everything was dusted with powdered sugar. As I drove, I forgot I was in the snow and I started smiling because I was picturing elephants trying to dance in a field in Africa. It was so hard for me to keep my eyes on the road because the pachyderms were wearing golden tutus and red slippers with golden bells. There was a pretty fast song developing in my head and every chance I could get I would pull my car over to the side of the road and try to finger the song on my fretboard. The elephants were laughing too and then for one second the sun shot through the clouds like a giant flashlight and it washed over me and warmed my soul. I tried to stop talking to the elephants but they were fluent in an east Indian dialect that I happened to write my doctoral thesis on in back in 1929 right before the market crashed. It felt so good to speak in my native tongue. It had been almost 60 years since I last had a real conversation and I felt complete. So I bought the mask of an elephant at a thrift store that specialized in wooly mammoth tusks. The old man that worked there smelled of gin and had the blossom on his nose to match and he just happened to be the world's largest collector of animal masks. We danced in the snow together until I was out of breath and he almost had a heart attack and we ended up laughing hysterically for what seemed like hours. I got back on the road and stopped at a Tim Hortons for some donuts and made it to my show in Wakefield, Quebec just on time to take the stage. I love life. Love it, love it, love it. How lucky are we to be alive in this exact time and space? Let's count our blessings and listen to song of the elephants dancing. Listen here listen here! Dance on you crazy elephants, Reno Macgillicuddy