the Life and Times of Brad part 4

Ugg Boot

December 22.
How do I begin to describe today. I met someone you've all heard of but who died in 1931. Let me tell you the story. My phone rang this morning letting me know to expect a visitor shortly. With a knock on the door, I peeked out to see what I could see. A man stood at my door wearing a brown hat, leather jacket, blue jeans, and normal tennis shoes. Nothing interesting there. I answered the door and stood there as if life were frozen. I felt myself get heavy. I didn't think I couldn't support my own weight much longer. I melted into a near chair. It was me but not me. He began to tell me, I guess I should say I began to tell me a story that I simply couldn't believe. It is not possible. Time is relative. I've read about Einsteins theory but it's just that, a theory. He told me of traveling in and out of present, past, and future. Anyone who knows me would agree. I don't believe something just because someone told me it was true, but this was a little different. It was me telling me about it. How could I not trust myself?
"Prove it." I said as if to challenge and quench my curiosity. "You'd better put something warm on." He muttered a few words and with a blink of an eye, we were in a different setting altogether. I was tanding on a strange street in the blistering cold. I looked around in amazement. Horses everywhere and no cars. How odd. I told me that we were in the year 1882 in Menlo Park California and we were going to see something amazing. He knocked on the door of the nearest house. It was a two story, shotgut type house with columns in front. A man wearing tattered clothing let us in. The man in the corner didn't notice us for a while. He was fooling around with some light bulbs on a string of wire. Immediately it dawned on me. He was working on christmas lights. After a while he saw us watching him work and sort of smiled. "Good morning" he said in an extremely loud voice. As I spoke to him I noticed he was watching my lips as I spoke. When I was done he nodded and continued to work. I asked what he was working on and got no reply at all. Was he deep in thought or deaf. I asked again and still, no reply. Another man in the room told me he was nearly deaf. I decided to just watch him work. After a while, I saw something that made me homesick. He turned on his project and smiled as all of the lights shined. How is all of this possible. As suddenly as we had arrived in 1882, we were back in 2005.


(I checked when I got back to the year in which I was originally in and found this: 1882 1st string of Christmas tree lights created by Thomas Edison) Look at the first electrically lit christmas tree.