It was wet, windy and chilly that day when I met Henry.
“So is the PowWow going ahead?” I asked
“Oh yes! They are all in a meeting over there – tryin’ to decide whether it should be inside or outside.”
Then he sat a spell to tell me his story.
“Henry’s the name. I’m from New Brunswick. Been here three or four times years ago but not for a while now. Then the boat broke last week and, you see, I had an “Oh Well” Day. Ordered the part right off and headed over here to dance and listen to some stories.”
“So, are you a storyteller?” I asked.
“I’m a dancer and a storyteller. Don’t know much myself. Cup’s only half full most of the time so I like to listen. Then I’ll tell a story or two and when I run out of knowing, I listen some more. Lost 12 years of my life to a bottle of wine one time. Not so any more. Now, I tell a story or two to someone else who needs to hear. They know I’ve been there so I can relate. And, then I listen.”
Then he walked away to dance, to tell a story or two and to listen.
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