I probably should have stopped believing in Santa Claus around 1977, but I didn’t. I don’t try to look for magic, I look for miracles and when miracles happen life becomes more mysterious.
Going through the Catholic grade school system in the 1970’s made the mysteries of my faith harder to grasp.
Let’s take the Shroud of Turin. That was huge in the 1970’s. The image of Jesus on a piece of cotton. They wrap Jesus up in this long blanket and put him in a cave. He’s in there for a couple of nights. His image burns into the material and is now on display with all the other church stuff.
Just the fact that some priest or monk found this amazing artifact blew my mind.
It has to be Jesus…
BigFoot was another mystery that had a strong foothold in the 1970’s. This Mother fucker was everywhere. From album covers to the Tonight Show. Astronaut Steve Austin found him in the woods and fought Sasquatch, got his ass kicked and then they became friends.
I was scared shitless Bigfoot would somehow make it to Chicago and rip my arms off. If a six million dollar man couldn’t beat him up than I didn’t stand a chance.
Quicksand was everywhere when I was a kid. Luckily we had streets and sidewalks between my house and school.
Swarms of killer bees were also a threat and there was no way President Nixon or President Ford could stop them.
Not only do I know Santa Claus personally. We’ve been dear friends since my days at The University of North Pole. I have also seen The Bigfoot save a lady from falling in quicksand by the DesPlaines river. She was being chased by a swarm of killer bees. Bees don’t sting through fur so Bigfoot was safe.
Magic is all around… I see it everyday and it keeps me happy. Magic, miracles and mystery keep us anticipating what life brings.
Always look for the magic, it’s right before your very eyes.
