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WHOSO WOULD BE A MAN MUST ALSO BE A ONE ACT PLAY

 

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Whoso would be a man must also be a non conformist. –Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

 

THE TRUE LEADER

POSSIBLE CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Rebel: Anti-conformist.

Scholar: Non-conformist; seeker of truth.

Follower: “What should I do?”

Leader: “What if…….”, “How would……..?”, “Why was that?”

Seasoned Follower: Sounds a little bit like a True Leader. Always carries a book written by an actual True Leader.

Voice in the Crowd: Could be anybody, a True leader, A Seasoned Follower, a Non-conformist-Anybody, Anti-conformist; anybody, really.

 

THE STORY BEGINS:

Voice in the Crowd: Who wants to be our leader?

Seasoned Follower:  I do. 

Voice in the Crowd  Go ahead then. You shall be our leader.

A Child in Their Midst:  I think the Voice in the Crowd should be our leader.

Though coming from the lips of one so young, the idea seems to resonate throughout the crowd; the followers quickly vote
amongst themselves and elect the Voice in the Crowd to be their Leader.

Voice in the Crowd: No, No; please, I don’t want that responsibility, really; I spend most of my time writing. I don’t have time to be a Leader. 

The Child in Their Midst: I have an idea; you continue to spend your days writing and I’ll come over every morning and edit your written words; I’ll even create a blog, And, I could make a movie of you at work and publish the video on YouTube. I’m little; you won’t even know I’m there. And you, Mr. Voice in the Crowd, can continue your daily activities undisturbed by your followers plus…. your followers will have a new Leader.

The Voice in the crowd appears to mull this idea over, eventually relaxing his furrowed brow, replacing the worrisome stress indicator with a big, wide smile on his lips which is in turn, greeted by a resounding salvo of energetic hurrahs and this group of followers celebrates the fact that they now had a new Leader. Of course they all think that their new leader is Mr. Voice in the Crowd but you and I know that the True Leader is the little girl, the Child in Their Midst,  who saves the day.

Leadership: A Love Story by Lee Broom.

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Whoso would be a man must also be a ONE ACT PLAY

 

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Whoso would be a man must also be a non conformist. –Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

 

THE TRUE LEADER

POSSIBLE CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Rebel: Anti-conformist.

Scholar: Non-conformist; seeker of truth.

Follower: “What should I do?”

Leader: “What if…….”, “How would……..?”, “Why was that?”

Seasoned Follower: Sounds a little bit like a True Leader. Always carries a book written by an actual True Leader.

Voice in the Crowd: Could be anybody, a True leader, A Seasoned Follower, a Non-conformist-Anybody, Anti-conformist; anybody, really.

 

THE STORY BEGINS:

Voice in the Crowd: Who wants to be our leader?

Seasoned Follower:  I do. 

Voice in the Crowd  Go ahead then. You shall be our leader.

A Child in Their Midst:  I think the Voice in the Crowd should be our leader.

Though coming from the lips of one so young, the idea seems to resonate throughout the crowd; the followers quickly vote
amongst themselves and elect the Voice in the Crowd to be their Leader.

Voice in the Crowd: No, No; please, I don’t want that responsibility, really; I spend most of my time writing. I don’t have time to be a Leader. 

The Child in Their Midst: I have an idea; you continue to spend your days writing and I’ll come over every morning and edit your written words; I’ll even create a blog, And, I could make a movie of you at work and publish the video on YouTube. I’m little; you won’t even know I’m there. And you, Mr. Voice in the Crowd, can continue your daily activities undisturbed by your followers plus…. your followers will have a new Leader.

The Voice in the crowd appears to mull this idea over, eventually relaxing his furrowed brow, replacing the worrisome stress indicator with a big, wide smile on his lips which is in turn, greeted by a resounding salvo of energetic hurrahs and this group of followers celebrates the fact that they now had a new Leader. Of course they all think that their new leader is Mr. Voice in the Crowd but you and I know that the True Leader is the little girl, the Child in Their Midst,  who saves the day.

Leadership: A Love Story by Lee Broom.

Whoso would be a man must also be a ONE ACT PLAY

 

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Whoso would be a man must also be a non conformist. –Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

 

THE TRUE LEADER

POSSIBLE CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Rebel: Anti-conformist.

Scholar: Non-conformist; seeker of truth.

Follower: “What should I do?”

Leader: “What if…….”, “How would……..?”, “Why was that?”

Seasoned Follower: Sounds a little bit like a True Leader. Always carries a book written by an actual True Leader.

Voice in the Crowd: Could be anybody, a True leader, A Seasoned Follower, a Non-conformist-Anybody, Anti-conformist; anybody, really.

 

THE STORY BEGINS:

Voice in the Crowd: Who wants to be our leader?

Seasoned Follower:  I do. 

Voice in the Crowd:  Go ahead then. You shall be our leader.

A Child in Their Midst:  I think the Voice in the Crowd should be our leader.

Though coming from the lips of one so young, the idea seems to resonate throughout the crowd; the followers quickly vote
amongst themselves and elect the Voice in the Crowd to be their Leader.

Voice in the Crowd: No, No; please, I don’t want that responsibility, really; I spend most of my time writing. I don’t have time to be a Leader. 

The Child in Their Midst: I have an idea; you continue to spend your days writing and I’ll come over every morning and edit your written words; I’ll even create a blog, And, I could make a movie of you at work and publish the video on YouTube. I’m little; you won’t even know I’m there. And you, Mr. Voice in the Crowd, can continue your daily activities undisturbed by your followers plus…. your followers will have a new Leader.

The Voice in the Crowd appears to mull this idea over, eventually relaxing his furrowed brow, replacing the worrisome stress indicator with a big, wide smile on his lips which is in turn, greeted by a resounding salvo of energetic hurrahs and this group of followers celebrates the fact that they now had a new Leader.

Of course they all think that their new leader is Mr. Voice in the Crowd but you and I know that the True Leader is the little girl, the Child in Their Midst,  who saves the day.

Leadership: A Love Story by Lee Broom.

STAND UP COMEDY: PART TWO

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STAND UP COMEDY PART TWO
Continued from…(6/1/20150)

My son, Bill Broom, whose brief but immensely popular career as a nightclub comic, once told me that his formula for creating standup jokes was one he learned from others of his ilk. His method: make a ridiculous statement; then prove it.”

After Bill told me his story I noticed that my magician friend Shawn Eric does the same thing…

And my Minister friend, Randy…

And my friend Elizabeth?

Yup, she does it too but she doesn’t create her own premise; instead she uses me as her straight man; my words become her ridiculous premise. her interpretations her proof.

(I wonder if  this is funny. It certainly gets my attention. I wonder how big her audience really is.)

Do I do this? (Never mind.)

Whoso would be a man must also be a ONE ACT PLAY

 

lee_broom

Whoso would be a man must also be a non conformist. –Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

 

THE TRUE LEADER

POSSIBLE CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Rebel: Anti-conformist.

Scholar: Non-conformist; seeker of truth.

Follower: “What should I do?”

Leader: “What if…….”, “How would……..?”, “Why was that?”

Seasoned Follower: Sounds a little bit like a True Leader. Always carries a book written by an actual True Leader.

Voice in the Crowd: Could be anybody, a True leader, A Seasoned Follower, a Non-conformist-Anybody, Anti-conformist; anybody, really.

THE STORY BEGINS:

Voice in the Crowd: Who wants to be our leader?

Seasoned Follower:  I do. 

Voice in the Crowd  Go ahead then. You shall be our leader.

A Child in Their Midst:  I think the Voice in the Crowd should be our leader.

Though coming from the lips of one so young, the idea seems to resonate throughout the crowd; the followers quickly vote
amongst themselves and elect the Voice in the Crowd to be their Leader.

Voice in the Crowd: No, No; please, I don’t want that responsibility, really; I spend most of my time writing. I don’t have time to be a Leader. 

The Child in Their Midst: I have an idea; you continue to spend your days writing and I’ll come over every morning and edit your written words; I’ll even create a blog, And, I could make a movie of you at work and publish the video on YouTube. I’m little; you won’t even know I’m there. And you, Mr. Voice in the Crowd, can continue your daily activities undisturbed by your followers plus…. your followers will have a new Leader.

The Voice in the crowd appears to mull this idea over, eventually relaxing his furrowed brow, replacing the worrisome stress indicator with a big, wide smile on his lips which is in turn, greeted by a resounding salvo of energetic hurrahs and this group of followers celebrates the fact that they now had a new Leader. Of course they all think that their new leader is Mr. Voice in the Crowd but you and I know that the True Leader is the little girl, the Child in Their Midst,  who saves the day.

Leadership: A Love Story by Lee Broom.

TRICK DOG

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I had a visitor named Steve.

Steve and I were interviewing each other for the purpose of forming an alliance of sorts, a volunteer team that  would help in the seemingly endless growth of the homeless population in our city as in many others.

We were at a point in our conversation where our mutual enthusiasm was producing frequent interruptions and suddenly, out of nowhere Steve shouted “Trick Dog – Trick Dog”; he reached for his I-phone and punched out a number that obviously was not in the devise’s memory and soon shouted once again,  “Trick Dog – Trick Dog”. And he laughed and talked with even greater animation than had characterized our enthused behavior of minutes ago.

I went to the kitchen and made some cookies and coffee as Steve continued his animated conversation and every so often I would hear once again,  “Trick Dog – Trick Dog”. And then again, much laughter.

Steve, who was in his early thirties hadn’t spoken with his twin sister in nearly twenty years; as we were talking an hour or so earlier his eyes had strayed to a nearby tabel. On this table was a reproduction of a cast iron dog and a clown holding a hoop. The dog had a quarter in its mouth and was secretly attached to a tightly coiled spring. When a trigger was pulled the dog would leap through the hoop and deposit the quarter into a keg conveniently placed to receive the air-borne bounty.

When Steve and his sister were children they shared a toy identical to  the one that had spurred him to make this phone call, a toy cast iron Trick Dog that had given them some very good memories. Today was their birthday.

Trick Dog.

Trick Dog.

The Automat

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I saw a silent film a few years ago. I don’t remember the title; it was probably about fifteen minutes in length. The photraphy was shot in black and white. It was not a pre-talkie; the silent feature and the lack of color were important special effects. The story would have to support itself:   

And  the cameras begin to roll……………….

An expensively attired, middle-aged woman is seen entering The Automat. She peers into several windows, puts money into the slot, removes her food selection – let’s say it was pork chops and broccoli; she spots an empty table and seats herself. Then, realizing that she failed to select eating utensils she rises from her seat and walks to the counter containing the necessary extras. As she returns to her table she sees a man in a shabby suit seated there, eating her food. Several expressions cross her face in quick succession; surprise, anger, pity and finally a sort of resolve. She seats herself opposite the haggard looking and apparently hungry, consumer and again displays the conflicting emotions. Should I allow him to eat my food(?) she seems to ask herself, or should I stand my ground(?).

She places her utensils on the table and reaches for the plate of food. As she begins to eat, her newly acquired dinner companion extends an arm and rescues his meal. They look at each other, he with curious eyes, she with the look of strength and determination. She repeats her previous performance as does the ragged gentleman on the other side of the booth. What now(?) they seem to wonder.

Eventually, it is the man who appears to have the problem solved. Clearly, he is not going to relinquish his claim on the meal but he also appears to be something of a gentleman in spite of skid row appearance. He places the plate of food at a point halfway between them and motions for her to partake of some nourishment. She slowly and with a cautious look and manner, complies. He then carves the pork chop and with the edge of his knife moves a few pieces in her direction. With his fork he places a morsel of meat into his mouth and motions for her to do the same.

What, I wondered would motivate this woman to give in so easily? What would I have done in a similar situation? In a matter of only a few minutes the food is nearly consumed by these two people. She moves the plate toward her dinner partner and rises to leave. He thanks her with his eyes and with the wave of his hand and a final tap of the napkin on the corner of his mouth seems to be saying “No thank you, I couldn’t possibly eat another bite. Thank you for joining me; have a wonderful day.”

She returns his smile. They turn their backs to each other and depart, each exiting in different directions. As she passes the booth situated directly behind the location of her meal of moments ago, she notices a plate of pork chops and broccoli with no utensils; there was no one seated before it.