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Dear Reader,
When my husband pulled up to the Hyatt Hotel, a doorman opened the door on my side of the car and asked if I had any luggage. "No luggage," I told him, "just two hula-hoops."
The Mystery Writers of Florida held their annual conference this past weekend at the Hyatt here in Sarasota, and they'd asked if I would do a presentation about the online book clubs. I always learn a lot whenever I attend a conference, but I also do a lot of sitting. So I thought I'd shake things up a bit in the middle of my presentation with two hula-hoops and two bags of homemade chocolate chip cookies.
The doorman insisted on helping me with my hula-hoops and to my surprise, even asked if he could give one a try. I bet it was a first: a doorman dressed in fancy Hyatt attire, trying to twirl a lime green hula-hoop (with flashing lights) around his waist. But even though I was cheering him on the hula-hoop fell to the ground. Plop! "It's these phones--they're the problem!" he took two cell phones off his belt and handed them to me. Plop! The hula-hoop hit the ground--again. Frustrated, yet determined, he decided the problem was the heat. "It's too hot today, let's go inside the lobby." The air conditioning didn't help the doorman's hula-hoop attempts, but he did draw a crowd, and when I left him, he was having fun telling a "back-in-the-day" hula-hoop story.
People smile at you when you're carrying two hula-hoops around in a hotel. Everyone I walked by on my way to the conference stopped and wanted to talk, and when I walked up to the conference registration desk, the woman behind the table took one look at me and said, "You look like fun! I haven't hula-hooped since my childhood."
My plan was to introduce the hula-hoops and chocolate chip cookies to the audience in the middle of my presentation: "In my daily column I rarely write about books, instead I write about the little things in life and I give away unusual stuff. I've shopped for socks for book club readers, sent heating pads to cats (in northern states in the middle of winter) and every month I bake chocolate chip cookies for readers. We like to have fun at the book clubs, so today I brought two hula-hoops and two bags of my homemade chocolate chip cookies." I then suggested to the moderator that she could hula-hoop while asking me questions and I'd hula-hoop while I was answering. But as soon as I saw the horrified look on her face, I asked if there were two people in the audience who'd like to give the hula-hoop a try, and as an incentive I had a big bag of chocolate chip cookies for them. One brave woman volunteered right away (she was great at hula-hooping) and later on before my session finished, another woman came up front and gave it a try, too.
The hula-hoops weren't as big of a hit as I'd hoped. But then again, maybe that wasn't the reason I was supposed to bring them with me. After my presentation was over an older gentleman came up to me, "Thanks for bringing your hula-hoops today. They made me think about my sister. When we were young, every week she'd stand in front of the television and hula-hoop while she watched 'American Bandstand.' My sister would hula-hoop through the entire show. I made fun of her and gave her a hard time like brothers do. My sister died a few years ago and your hula-hoops made me remember. I wish she were here today. I'd give anything to be able to watch her hula-hoop again."
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
www.MuffinsandMayhem.com
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