Last weekend I had a show at Worldmark, Aerocity. I have performed this piece many times, but I am used to performing for an audience in a compact space. Today, it was a food court—a huge open space with a pond in the middle. People were eating food, and children were running. I was overwhelmed for the first time.

But then I thought of my grandfather, we would run around in the afternoon, climbing window rails. He would sit and tell a story. We would stop playing. And hear him as if by a spell.

I did the same.

Took a breath. Started the story. The audience listened.

Some days, I become my own grandfather. In 100 Years of Solitude, Marquez writes, "No one dies, in the family. " Maybe no one does.

We all become our ancestors.

It was a beautiful show. Grateful.

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