Harry Potter and me
Table of contents for My Past Adventures
I never really cared much for Harry Potter. Seven or eight years ago I didn’t even know who he was. He could have walked right up and bopped me with his wand and it wouldn’t have set off any bells. But something happened to change all that.
I met Beth. And nothing has been the same after that including my relationship with Harry Potter. Everyone should have at least one event in their life that literally changes things completely. One day you are completely lost and out of gas. The next you are alive again and looking forward to the future. The future being full of wonderful things to do and a wonderful person to do them with. And all of this happened a month before the end of the 20th century. I have always wanted to thank two people I will never meet. The first was Bill Gates. Because it was the computer that helped me find this most wonderful person. And I would thank him heartily. But it would be nothing compared to the thanks I would shower on Harry.
Because when Beth and I first met we spent a long time simply emailing each other back and forth. Pictures were allowed thankfully. But for the most part it was a process of waiting for the next post. Waiting and emailing for weeks.
And waiting. Until finally we moved to the next step. And telephone calls were allowed. So now we could email and pick up the phone. I thought I had died and gone to an AT and T convention. I’m sure they were trying to figure out why their stock was going up. The last thing I would do at night was tuck the telephone under my pillow and fall off to sleep in a wonderful haze. And this went on for a long, long time. Until one day we were having one of our marathon telephone conversations when I said something about Harry and one of his new adventures coming out soon. There was a moment of silence on the other end and then Beth asked me if I liked Harry.
For some reason at that moment I decided that I liked him very much. Maybe it was the magic that I felt all around me in the last few weeks and months. Or maybe I lied. Because I felt that Beth probably did like Harry. She just seemed to me to be that kind of girl. In any case, at that moment it seemed as if a hidden door suddenly opened. And I was invited over the next evening for a lovely candle lit dinner and some time with my adorable sweetheart. And Harry.
We spent the next six months or so catching up. I, in particular, felt a great need to catch up. We would stretch out together and take turns reading aloud about the adventures of the young magician and his friends. The three of us bonded in a way that I will never forget. It was………
Magical. And that is why I would like to thank Harry Potter. There will never be another magician quite like him.
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