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| The Best Trick of Treat Every |
My parents remembered it very well. Mom was a senior at the University of Michigan and her student job was playing the piano in the main lounge of the Student Union. She vividly remembers someone wheeling in a great big radio and a crowd gathering to listen. If you didn't hear it from the start, you had no idea it was just a radio play.
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| Mr. Wells |
Most of you know the story of all this so we won't go into the weeds any further other to observe that the
mind is a wonderful, tricky thing. We don't need Tom Cruise and Spielberg to show us what we can better imagine; and the is the point of the thread.
Although the words were heard by everyone, we had no visual clue so the Martians and the death rays were different for each listener as they were drawn from imagination. Mine v. yours v. someone else's. We all saw the same thing differently. Too much? OK.
Maybe that's what Halloween is ...well gate night anyway... A night to conjure up our imaginary threats and foes and shiver a bit at what our brains project on our inner silver screen.
Give a listen. Tell me what you see.