Yesterday I swung by the University of Winnipeg to pick up a book. On my way back to the car I noticed a flash of colour standing out against the dirty white snow on the curb. Lying there, as though nestled on some heavenly cloud was a bundle of cash. There lay $100 dollars staring up at me with no indication of ownership. I suddenly found myself in some sort of poorly contrived morality sketch. What should I do? Some of thoughts that ran through my head;
Sometimes I think we don't give stories enough credit. I, for one, love stories. But by the time the public education system has had its way, people lose their imagination. And they relegate stories to children and teenagers. Or to illustrations to be explained. But there has been a loss along the way.