It's magic

Roger loved wizards.

I used to find them all over the house.  

In various sizes.

He just had this fascination with magic and wizardry.

Well, one year we got this education booklet from one of the local workshop places.

They offered classes in typing, Spanish, English, sewing, and one class that caught Roger's eye - magic.

It was a one night three hour session and the small tuition fee included all the supplies that he would need.

It was relatively inexpensive so Roger signed up.

He was so excited.

He was going to learn some tricks.

Maybe he could do it at parties.

He was like a little kid.

So very excited.

So he arrived at the class.

It was a small group of students.

And, much to Roger's surprise, he was the oldest one there.

And not by just ten years like he was used to at the university.

But by like twenty years or more.

There was a mentally challenged boy there who was maybe twelve.

A five year old.

A ten year old.

And Roger.

And the supplies, well... there were not exactly what Roger was expecting either.

They included three styrofoam cups, three multicolored balls, a deck of cards, and a scarf.

Needless to say Roger was a bit disappointed and felt a little lead on.

He attended the whole class and learned his few tricks.

He showed me some of them that now I can not remember.

However, I think I laughed so hard just imagining a thirty some year old man sitting in a classroom learning magic tricks with small elementary age kids.  

It still makes me smile. 

A man of many talents.