Back in the day when I was younger (ha!), I had a tribe of friends who all hung out together. All of us were single parents just trying to make it. We did just fine, especially when we banded together.
And then there was the wizard …
The wizard was a voice on the other end of a phone line (long before cell phones) who would give us sage advice. We always had to go through one of our friends to talk to the wizard. No exceptions. None of us could get this friend to give up the wizard’s phone number. It was such a fun game we played. He made us laugh every time we talked to him.
As it turns out, the wizard was one of our circle of friends. Funny how none of us put two and two together to figure out that he was always missing from the crowd when the wizard was available on the phone. Hmmm … maybe we just wanted to believe in this magical, mystical creature; or maybe we just didn’t want the game to end.
This photo is of a pen that I bought at a street fair years ago and as soon as I saw it, knew I had to have it to commemorate the “wizard.” Namaste’