Forgot to mention, I read someone’s mind yesterday.
In deference to the subject, I’m going to leave their name and identity out of it . . . but the conversation went something like this…
“Well, why don’t you ask your Aunt Carol or whatever her name is.”
“My aunt’s name isn’t Carol.”
“What is your aunt’s name?” I run through a list of silly names. All wrong, of course. Then “Listen to me, I want you to think of your aunt’s name. Just that. Hold it there in your mind, nothing else. Just her name there, right on the surface of your thoughts.”
“Okay.”
“Serious now, just her name.”
“Okay.”
Fractional moment of silence. “Patty.”
“Yeah, that’s her name.”
True story. I should be on television.