townies and visitors
listen to the powerful sounds of u’neek
at the end of summer sol festival
in the charming small town of pentwater
where we were visiting friends
realizing just how small it was
when we kept crossing paths with people
who we’d seen or met in other places
doing other jobs or in different circumstances.
chad was the fill-in musician between sets and bands
also the bartender at the ‘yacht club’
also the second place trivia night champion in town.
next we saw the guy who was the host
at the cafe across the street where we had lunch
now a paying customer at the festival pub.
then we ran into the artist who was also a caretaker for his parents and his dog
who we encountered on the beach an hour before
now sharing stories with my friend and dog-bonding.
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if i lived there and had multiple roles, i would like to work one day a week at the magical toy store as a storyteller, work one afternoon a week selling ice cream at the beach, be known as the pretty good crossword puzzle champion in town, and sit on a bench in the park watching the town go by and writing my homespun recipe column for the local paper, like how to make my baked potatoes.
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‘one of the important things about being a small-town reporter is knowing what not to put in the paper.’
-terry pratchett















