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On Thu, Apr 4, 2013 at 2:37 PM, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 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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> Posted By Halvard Johnson to Entropy and
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> >at
> 4/04/2013 01:00:00 PM
>
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