While making a note of today’s destination, It is noticed that the coffee machine has not made a sound in over five minutes. This leads me to believe something is amiss. Looking closer, the plug is found lying on the counter. Knowing how difficult it is for machines to work while unplugged, the situation is corrected.
Soon, the aroma and sounds of a fresh cup of joe meet my senses. It’s time to grab the clock and set it for Paris, France, May 4, 1924, and a duration of two hours. The plunger is pulled, and we find ourselves on the opening day of the 1924 Olympics.
To quote the History Channel. “The 1924 Paris Olympics—held in the City of Lights as a tribute to Pierre, Baron de Coubertin, the retiring president of the International Olympic Committee—drew 44 participating countries, a big increase over the previous 29. Over 1,000 journalists worldwide covered the Games, in which 3,088 athletes competed in 126 events. This was the first Olympics that featured women’s fencing.”
Also, “The 1924 Paris Olympics—which ran May 4 to July 27—became famous in pop culture decades later as the subject of the 1981 movie Chariots of Fire. The movie is based on the true story of British runners Eric Liddell and Harold Abrahams.”
As the opening ceremonies begin, the alarm signals our return to the living room couch without seeing an event. My text tone lets me know Linda Hill has sent the prompt text. The text reads. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “note.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
To see what other bloggers have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2024/05/03/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-4-2024/
Note by John W. Howell © 2024
“Why don’t you time these things so that we can see more?”
“I guess I get a little nervous about being in the past.”
“Why? It would be fun.”
“Yeah, and the potential of messing up something is high.”
“Like what?”
“What if someone in 1924 took my photo.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Well. I don’t belong in that time, and maybe the photo shows me from a different time with the clothes and everything.”
“Okay.”
“Then the guy would make a note of the fact.”
“Again, so?”
“And talk to his friends and maybe show them what I looked like.”
“This is getting boring. What’s the point?”
“Mabe, the guy would go on a quest to find me.”
“Hello. Conclusion needed.”
“Okay, let’s say the photographer is Alfred Stieglitz. Instead of all the beautiful photos of Georgia O’Keefe and donations to museums, he stopped his photography to search for me.”
“How do you get through doors with the size of your head.”
“This is not about me but a time traveler and someone who messed up the time continuum.”
“I still think it would be worth the risk. Can I change the subject?”
“Wouldn’t be VooDoo Range, would it?”
“Mind reader.”
“Oder an uber.”
“He is already here. Over there.”
“Aw, come on.”
“Super discount. We do have to make one stop.”
“We do? What for?”
“We have to help the guy with one of his customers.”
“Oh, I just can’t wait. What customer is this?”
“The zoo.”
“The zoo. Where in the zoo?”
“The elephant house.”
“That’s it. I’m going to order my own Uber.”
“Don’t be a spoiled sport. You ever rooter an elephant house?”
“I’ve never rootered anything.”
“A first time for everything. Let’s go.”
“Why do I always follow your goofy ideas.”
“You are a happy man. Make a note of that.”
