"abba-town".
Waterloo, here we go! Did the media call today, and am settled into the university dorm. Arrived at 2:30 AM last night, and woke up wayyy too early to do a media shoot in the daytime.
Some old friends are here, and I have a feeling many new friends are here yet to be met as well.
Just as a quick recap of some of the profound and touching moments of Edmonton:
- A little girl, five or six, comes up to me as I was hatting the show with a little stuffed dog.
"You have a great show!" she says.
"Thank you, did you have fun?" I ask, and she nods. "Me too!" I exclaim.
"Rex said you had the best show he's ever seen." she says, proudly holding her stuffed puppy up to me. My smile extends.
"Well, thank you too, Rex!" I say, looking at the little dog. I pat it on the head, and she gives me a big hug.
- I notice a gentleman and his wife, both seemingly in their mid-forties, after my biggest show, waiting at the side of the stage as I'm hatting. I finish, say my final goodbyes, and the man comes up to me, shakes my hand, and, making direct eye contact says:
"We're from Yellowknife, this is out first time in Edmonton here, and everything, radio, TV, or live, your show is the most entertaining and real thing we've ever seen. Thank you."
- A couple approach me, looking somewhat dishevelled but wearing clean albeit mismatching clothes. I'm finishing another show, and packing up. The woman looks at me and says through crooked, worn down teeth:
"I'm sorry. We have no money, but we always make sure to come down and see you. It's real good to know that there's still good people out there." The man grins, extends his hand and I shake it. I thank them profusely, and tell them in full sincerity why I do what I do, and they both leave smiling.
The next day, I see them across the street from the bank, walking amongst pigeons and collecting aluminum cans from garbage bins, placing each one in a large clear plastic bag, each can representing one step closer to a cup of coffee, or a hot meal. It hits me like a ton of bricks that despite the inherent silliness of what we do, there is still some positive effect on the world, even if momentarily, for anyone who chooses to watch.
4015 days. Nearly 2000 shows. Millions of people have seen me, and most of the rest of us. Who knows what we have really done..?
Some old friends are here, and I have a feeling many new friends are here yet to be met as well.
Just as a quick recap of some of the profound and touching moments of Edmonton:
- A little girl, five or six, comes up to me as I was hatting the show with a little stuffed dog.
"You have a great show!" she says.
"Thank you, did you have fun?" I ask, and she nods. "Me too!" I exclaim.
"Rex said you had the best show he's ever seen." she says, proudly holding her stuffed puppy up to me. My smile extends.
"Well, thank you too, Rex!" I say, looking at the little dog. I pat it on the head, and she gives me a big hug.
- I notice a gentleman and his wife, both seemingly in their mid-forties, after my biggest show, waiting at the side of the stage as I'm hatting. I finish, say my final goodbyes, and the man comes up to me, shakes my hand, and, making direct eye contact says:
"We're from Yellowknife, this is out first time in Edmonton here, and everything, radio, TV, or live, your show is the most entertaining and real thing we've ever seen. Thank you."
- A couple approach me, looking somewhat dishevelled but wearing clean albeit mismatching clothes. I'm finishing another show, and packing up. The woman looks at me and says through crooked, worn down teeth:
"I'm sorry. We have no money, but we always make sure to come down and see you. It's real good to know that there's still good people out there." The man grins, extends his hand and I shake it. I thank them profusely, and tell them in full sincerity why I do what I do, and they both leave smiling.
The next day, I see them across the street from the bank, walking amongst pigeons and collecting aluminum cans from garbage bins, placing each one in a large clear plastic bag, each can representing one step closer to a cup of coffee, or a hot meal. It hits me like a ton of bricks that despite the inherent silliness of what we do, there is still some positive effect on the world, even if momentarily, for anyone who chooses to watch.
4015 days. Nearly 2000 shows. Millions of people have seen me, and most of the rest of us. Who knows what we have really done..?