One summer day, Merce Cunningham and I took eight children to Bear Mountain
Park. The paths through the zoo were crowded. Some of the children ran
ahead, while others fell behind. Every now and then we stopped gathered all
the children together, and counted them to make sure none had been lost.
Since it was very hot and the children were getting difficult, we decided
to buy them ice cream cones. This was done in shifts. While I stayed with
some, Merce Cunningham took others, got them cones, and brought them back.
I took the ones with cones. He took those without. Eventually all the
children were supplied with ice cream. However, they got it all over their
faces. So we went to a water fountain where people were lined up to get a
drink, put the children in line, tried to keep them there, and waited our
turn. Finally, I knelt beside the fountain. Merce Cunningham turned it on.
Then I proceeded one by one to wash the children's faces. While I was doing
this, a man behind us in line said rather loudly, "There's a washroom over
there." I looked up at him quickly and said, "Where? And how did you know I
was interested in mushrooms?"
--John Cage, *Silence*
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