That’s rhetorical. It’s Buenos Aires this week. But by now all of you should have seen his live theater show, “Max Maven Thinking in Person: An Evening of Knowing and Not Knowing” in which he (brilliantly) discusses Knowing and, yes, Not Knowing, and breathes life, fire and wit into that magician’s trope --- Mystery.
Well, I have a mystery.
Last night I found out that back around 1980 (before you were born, kiddies) someone claiming to be me did something hurtful to someone I have never met. Apparently I had been credited with that deed all this time—and I didn’t even know it happened.
What to do? I thought of a few lines from Max’s show, which I won’t quote here because I’m sure he’ll do the show again and you can see for yourself, but to give you a hint, they’re about Not Knowing. Because I will never know who did it, nor why.
And Max, if you’re reading this, let me know when’s good for coffee.
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