An ode to the storyteller... before everything became gurus and spam.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how people used to tell stories and how that’s changed. Stories were just how we communicated with each other, but now they feel incredibly different.
At least, to me they do.
I can’t tell you the last time I heard someone tell a story or write something that sounded anything close to how my grandfather would’ve told it. He told stories you could see. And he always sounded like he was setting up a punchline, so you had to make sure to listen so you wouldn’t miss it.
“How’s it going, Norm?” someone would ask.
He’d reply with, “Can’t complain... wouldn’t do much good anyway”
*ba dum tss*
That would be his icebreaker, but then he’d follow it up with more substance.
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onward.
