(Written on my smart phone from Tower Grove Park basking under the glorious canopy of trees as they whisper to each other)
Before my daughter Anne Marie grew up and went away to college we would play this game. We would go places and observe the people around us. Sitting at Pasta House for instance we would spot an uncategorizeable group of people and we would make up stories about them. Sometimes they were funny, sometimes sad, sometimes scary or other-worldly but always entertaining. We would use our imaginations and create this web of back stories whereupon the unknowing participants were magical or super spies or even just like us.
We would try to encourage our friends to get involved but mostly they just looked at us like we were crazy. Maybe we were but we loved it. We had been telling each other stories since Anne Marie was three…
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