Sunday, October 12, 2008
“All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.”
When I was seven I caught, one afternoon, a glimpse of a riotous comedy film on television. I turned to my brother and asked, with an honest gullibility common to the young, "what happened to Laurel and Hardy? Where are they now?"
My brother donned a demeanor of such solemnity that I was quite startled.
"Ah, that's a sad story," he shook his head. "Abbott and Costello, The Three Stooges, and Laurel and Hardy, they all went to sea on a boat once, many, many years ago, and the boat capsized. They all drowned."
Devastated, I was, and utterly overwhelmed by the oceanic tragedy concerning seven worthy actors of jocular inclination.
It was whole years before I was enlightened as to the true accounts of the various deaths, and I, furious, thought to put my own sibling out to sea on a boat of his own.
Still- I am obliged to express a degree of admiration. Rascal that he was, he weaved a thoroughly plausible scenario from the thin air of fabrication, and it is one I remember all these years afterward.
Over the plain, humdrum answer that lands dryly on the ear, I would gladly take my brother's kaleidoscopic imagination.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 7:10 AM