I haven’t written about dreams lately; it’s “Show House season” and I decided to put dreams on hold and write my Friday “Tales of the Toile.” I made an exception this week because it’s the prelude to the Moxie Festival in my hometown of Lisbon Falls, Maine. I have a lot of things I want to tell people about my town, not the least of which is a crazy dream I had which came true without me even telling anyone about it.
Last summer, Uncle Bob was chosen to be inducted into the Maine Baseball Hall of Fame. I had written a letter of recommendation for him in the spring; although my letter was more a narrative on Uncle Bob’s character, I was pleased my humble words may have made a tiny difference in his selection to this honored group. He was featured in local newspaper articles and everyone who knew him was happy because, well, everyone loves Uncle Bob. He’s popular!
Sitting in my cubicle at the Big Corporation, I would sometimes think about what I could do to make Uncle Bob’s small town fame more fun. I concluded that Uncle Bob needed either his own float in the Moxie Parade or he needed to be chauffeured in a classic car. I quickly nixed the float idea because I knew it would take more time than I had available to deliver a product worthy of Uncle Bob’s celebrity.
I went through my list of friends and acquaintances and realized I knew no one with a classic car. I went to a classic car seller in Hampton and learned it was a complex proposition to borrow a classic car. It was not like going to Avis or Enterprise and a credit card might not be enough. I did some internet searches and then reluctantly decided the logistics of delivering a classic car to Lisbon Falls for the Moxie Parade was beyond the scope of my capabilities. Reluctantly, I gave up. Every once in a while I would find myself sitting in my cubicle, thinking about Uncle Bob riding in the back of a ’57 Chevy or a ’64 and a half Mustang, waving to all his friends and fans.
It bummed me out and my heart was heavy when I made my pre-dawn drive to Lisbon Falls the Saturday of the Moxie Festival. I had even considered not going to the parade and just spending the morning working in the garden. I drove home the same way I always did, taking the familiar turns with my eyes practically closed. I took a right on Pleasant Street, remembering all my old paper route customers as I idled by their houses.
I just wasn’t in a Moxie state of mind.
What happened next is amazing and unbelievable. As I approached Uncle Bob’s house, I opened my half-closed eyes to see if he was sitting on the porch; parked in his driveway was a red Ford Galaxie convertible, either a ’62 or a ‘63.
Uncle Bob and his friend Al were standing next to the car, chatting and laughing. I parked my Jeep and got out to investigate.
Apparently, someone in Lisbon Falls had the same idea I did and that particular someone knew someone with a classic car. I could hardly breathe I was so happy and I must have been babbling all kinds of silly things in my excitement.
Someone had made my dream come true without my even asking! I’m getting a little weepy right now as I remember that magic moment.
I’ve written about dreams before and I still recommend letting a few people know when you’re serious about making them come true. The likelihood of something fantastic happening telepathically is about a million to one; I don’t know why I got to be that lucky one, but I am grateful it happened to me.
I have a dream I’m working out in my head about this year’s Moxie Festival and I’m getting ready to tell someone about it. In fact, I think I’ll tell them today.
Speaking of classic cars, there will be a Moxie Car Show on Sunday, July 15, 2012, from 8:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. at Lisbon High School on Route 196 in Lisbon Falls. A couple of my classmates are putting it on. For information, click right here. I’ll be there and if I’m lucky, my dream car will be there too!