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David Shawn McConnell

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Driggs, Idaho, The United States

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I love stories. I was raised on them. Mostly verbal documentaries about relatives, (some I adore, and some I’ve never met) and the small town of Driggs, Idaho where it all began.

I was born there. Left when I was two months old. I’ve been back several times to visit, buy some penny candy, and learn the secrets of a cherry sour from the fountain drink masters at the corner drug store. (You can’t miss it. It’s the building on the right of the town’s traffic light.) It’s a quaint little city that still captures my imagination.

I grew up in the military. The Navy to be exact. My dad worked on the jet engines of the fighter jets that rattled our kitchen windows everyday at noon. I’d watch them overhead as my friends and I’d creep through the woo I love stories. I was raised on them. Mostly verbal documentaries about relatives, (some I adore, and some I’ve never met) and the small town of Driggs, Idaho where it all began.

I was born there. Left when I was two months old. I’ve been back several times to visit, buy some penny candy, and learn the secrets of a cherry sour from the fountain drink masters at the corner drug store. (You can’t miss it. It’s the building on the right of the town’s traffic light.) It’s a quaint little city that still captures my imagination.

I grew up in the military. The Navy to be exact. My dad worked on the jet engines of the fighter jets that rattled our kitchen windows everyday at noon. I’d watch them overhead as my friends and I’d creep through the woods with our plastic rifles and backpacks. Our daily contribution to the well-being of our families was to search and destroy the imaginary armies proliferating the back trees of our neighborhood. We were a force to behold.

I guess I’ve always been at play. Although my ethereal worlds and story lines have evolved, my ability to leave reality and become lost in the make believe has given me treasured opportunities to emote believable performances on stage, television, and motion pictures.

And in turn, work with and glean from some wonderful actors, directors, and teachers over the years. For them I will always be grateful.

But it’s this sharp sense of imagination that has always held my attention. And it’s been known to encroach the border line of reality, rendering it the source of the vacant stare that dismisses the tedium of my daily grind. And occasionally, rudely ignores the attention of my incredibly gorgeous wife and two amazing kids.

And then a few years ago I realized something. Maybe this wasn’t just a child’s plaything; this imagination. Maybe I could see this creativity as a gift, and treat it as such. See, there’s a theater in my head where movies and music are always playing. These aren’t stories you’ve seen. You aren’t familiar with their characters or soundtracks yet. Some are pretty good.

Some, not so much.

But then there are others that are amazing. Brilliant and life like. “Goose-bumpy” and “hand-wringy”. Those are the ones I want to show you. They’re cast, directed, and given words at my hands. They occupy every conscious hour of my day until I relent and give them a place to exist. (Albeit, that place is on my hard drive where their quarters are cramped.) But at least, they’ve been given a proper place to wait their turn. It would be great to have you sitting in the spacious auditorium watching my creations with me. But there are limits to everything. So let me slip these stories between a front and back cover and allow you to play them on the silver screen in your mind. ...more

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The Retirement Gift

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It was given to him at his retirement party the night they celebrated his forty years of service gathered around his cubicle with a cake and streamers.

The slender box adorned with a silver bow, was expected.

After all, the least the company could do for his dedicated years of service would be to thank him with a wristwatch or expensive fountain

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