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Arianne Brown: Run the town to know the town
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Arianne Brown runs in the foothills of her family's new hometown. - photo by Arianne Brown
Moving to a new town can be scary, especially when you dont know your way around. This is particularly a challenge for me because I am what you would call directionally disabled.

Sure, there are these fancy GPS apps and systems that make things easier, but when you are as disabled as I am in this area of the brain, you still struggle.

Tell me to head north, I will head south. If you give me any sort of verbal directions, I will stare at you as if you were speaking to me in a foreign language because you might as well be doing just that. I might even add some tears in there to let you know how frustrating directions make me so that you will never speak to me with those words again, or ask me to drive anywhere I havent driven to a minimum of five times before.

And my condition is only heightened when I am asked to drive because my brain cant process the landmarks I need to see quickly enough to make a mental note of where I am. Turns come too fast for me to remember if I went right or left. Try as I may to pay attention to my surroundings when I am in a car, it just doesnt work.

Needless to say, when we moved to our new town, I spent the first week inside, paralyzed with fear that if I drove anywhere I would end up in a completely different state with my children in the back, forced to eat the stale fishy crackers and fruit snacks embedded in the seats until someone came for help.

Yes, Ive thought this through, and, yes, I keep those crackers and fruit snacks there for that very reason.

However, as someone who has moved several times in her adult life, I know that there is one, and only one cure for this brain malfunction I was blessed to have: It is to run the town.

And no, I dont mean to run for any sort of political office. That would not bode well for anyone.

What I mean, is to lace up my running shoes, and literally run the town from north to south, east to west; uphill, downhill; in the light and in the dark.

For the past week, I have spent several hours on the roads, passing stores, churches and running through neighborhoods. And if you have followed my column long enough, you know that I had to find some resemblance of dirt to run on, so I headed for the hills, and ran back and forth and up and down, scoping out the foothills from several different angles.

As I have done so, my misdirected brain has been able to soak in my surroundings at the pace that it needs to. I have been able to make mental note of landmarks, and I can see each small detail, or what I call bread crumbs, so that I can find my way back home.

Running this new town that my family now calls home, however, has not only given me confidence that I can drive my big, purple van filled with my eight vulnerable children back home to safety, but it has allowed me to appreciate more fully our new surroundings. My slower-than-car pace gives me the chance to wave to my neighbors, and say hi to children walking by. And as I run the town, I begin to love the town.

And boy, do I love this town.
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Have You Seen This? Street musician slays with clarinet
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Better than almost every face-melting guitar or drum solo. - photo by Facebook video screenshot

THE BIG EASY — Yeah, yeah, we all know that New Orleans is stuffed to the gills will incredible musicians.

But knowing that fact and then hearing that fact are two different things. You can step into any number of jazz clubs on any given night on Bourbon Street, and you’ll probably be impressed with virtually every act. Or you can sit at home on your comfy couch and watch this featured video.

In the video, you’ll see a woman who is in the groove. She is swinging hard, and wailing on her clarinet with a practiced expertise that makes it sounds so easy.

From note one you’ll be drawn in; your appreciation will grow with every second, and then your face will melt off when you realize how incredible she really is.

If you’ve never played a woodwind or a brass, you may not know everything that comes with a performance like this. Lung capacity and breath control are huge factors in keeping your notes clear and loud, and hitting those high notes is especially difficult.

So when this woman hits that high note and holds it for several seconds, you know you’re dealing with an exceptional musician. It means she has worked hard for years to develop skill on top of her natural talent, and we get to benefit.

It kinda makes you wonder how we let people get away with mumble rap and autotune when talent like this exists in the world.

I wish this video were longer, and I wish I had more information about this woman, but as it is, we’ll just have to appreciate the little flavor of New Orleans jazz posted by the Facebook group Clarinet Life.

Street musician killing it on clarinet

She must have lungs of iron! Its inspiring hearing the upper registers being played so well.

Posted by Clarinet Life on Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Martha Ostergar is a writer who delights in the ridiculous that internet serves up, which means she's more than grateful that she gets to cruise the web for amazing videos to highlight for your viewing pleasure.
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