Message In A Bottle

I’m a sucker for stories.

I think we all are to a degree. Mankind has a long history of oral tradition, spoken tales passed down through the ages from every tribe, every time, every nation. Through these stories, we learn something about the teller, and if the teller is a good one, something about the world, life, and even ourselves.

Since this is a blog concerned with language, it’s the perfect place to tell and share stories. So every once in a while, I will include an audio byte or a story that has been told to me that is especially piquant or profound, just so that it might leave even the tiniest impression before it vanishes completely.

Spoken words are fleeting, ephemeral; beautiful oddities that, to be truly considered, must be captured like lighting bugs in a jar, to be released only after we have marveled at them a little.

Here’s this evening’s catch.