The waterfront of the northern Midwest was a rough and tumble locale not so much a battle of fists as wits. That ongoing imperative of staying alive from day to day with one’s acquaintances as much as rivals as companions. People of all descriptions milling about in search of some advantage that might propel them along forward a little faster to who knew where. The small pier at low tide led to a stone jetty that one could walk out upon. And from there catch an amazing sight. That was if you could catch it on a clear late afternoon when the haze had been evaporated. From the end of the pier you could look some eight hundred miles or so across the midsection of the United States into the mountains of Mexico. Some strange anomaly of nature led to a giant lens type of effect that brought all the intervening territory into sharp focus. So magnificent was the effect that one thought that it might be likened to looking through the ocular stage of a might telescope canted horizontal. But due to some equally strange phenomena one could only spy such an effect precisely from that specific place on the edge of that jetty at pier’s end.
It so happened that to access this pier one found a small fisherman’s styled shack of clapboard construction on stilts that, while it did not interrupt ones progress down the pier, did impose the necessity of visitation. The inside of the whitewashed wooden structure measuring some twenty by forty feet of floor space with only one small interior partition for a tiny office. By an equally freaky situation of happenstance there was an old tallish Thespian whose extemporaneous demeanor was such that like some off form of artistically carnivorous insect he would garner those who walked by his lair inside to enlist them into membership of the cast of a play he was producing. They could be quickly categorized into distinct corollaries of cast, crew, or patrons with the overflow designated as audience to come back at a later date to view the production. For some reason he fell upon one older soul who another enchanted gypsy down at the end of that dock had entranced with the uncanny sight previously mentioned. Whatever the lean and lithe impresario saw in the other man he kept to himself. As with all those struck by fate with heightened artistic sensibilities there might have been some unspoken physical attraction?
Whatever the attraction the newly appropriated acolyte was taken shoulders embraced by arm with the subsequent conversation lighting up the imagination like a Chinese lantern. The glow of far off lands measured due south the tiny flame to ignite a vision of overblown potential of the enterprise proposed. Though the subsequent conversation was well laced with the smoking incense of exotic simile’s the combined effect of the pitch was such that when its author had finished and departed that the target of same felt suddenly malnourished by the concept. Almost as if he had indulged in a spiced Asian dish of rice and greens with lean pork and found himself hungry again an hour later. The image at the far end however still something in the pocket of memory that could be brought out like an after dinner mint to refresh the palate. The small crowd of impromptu youthful followers now milling around, the man felt honor bound to address them. The now absent impresario’s judgement had been prescient because this delegate that stood before the small congregation explained that their enthusiasm could be founded in many former examples of screen and stage. Many examples could be cited from previous generations in specific instances. The notion of mass hysteria that such projects invariably incited merely that. A phenomena born of a certain level of salesmanship designed to elevate those who bought into the verbally projected vision by way of the magic of something else. Dreams being anomalies that in the real world do sometimes exist.