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August 27, 2013

TT: Chances are

I'm spending the week in Spring Green, the Wisconsin village that is home to American Players Theatre and Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin. I came here to see six shows at APT, but regular readers of this blog may recall that I also have a special fondness for Spring Green itself. Hence I devoted part of yesterday to exploring the town and its environs, accompanied by my good friend Keiran Murphy, a Wright scholar who works at Taliesin and loves it here even more (if possible) than I do.

0826131443.jpgKeiran and I spent the afternoon at Governor Dodge State Park, a nearby retreat wherein can be found Stephens' Falls, a tiny but nonetheless exquisite waterfall tucked far back in the woods. It happens that Mrs. T and I paid a visit to Niagara Falls earlier this month, she for the first time and I for the second. It was, needless to say, far more spectacular than Stephens' Falls, but not a bit prettier.

As Keiran and I gazed at the falling water and marveled at its quiet, unpretentious beauty, I asked her, "So who do you suppose this Stephens guy was?" To our amazement, answer came there from a stranger perched on a nearby rock who informed us with a grin that his own name was Stephens, that he lived in Iowa but had grown up on one of the farms that was turned years later into Governor Dodge State Park, and that he made a pilgrimage each year to Stephens' Falls. "Did you see the signboards at the trailhead?" he asked. "The whole history of the place is right there."

0826131510.jpgAfter we trudged back up to the world, we found the signboards and spent a few minutes reading about the Stephens family and marveling at the transmogrifying power of coincidence--if that's what it was. "God doesn't play dice with the world," Albert Einstein told a friend in 1943. Well, maybe He does and maybe He doesn't. In middle age I find myself increasingly inclined to the former position, more or less (As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods./They kill us for their sport). Once in a while, though, the odd thing happens that makes me wonder anew whether life might possibly be more than pandemonium. I felt that way when I met Mrs. T, and I felt it again at Stephens' Falls.

On the drive back to Spring Green, I thought of a visit that I paid six years ago to Mingo Falls, another out-of-the-way waterfall located not far from the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee:

In the presence of such natural beauties, most men are reduced to clichés, and the one that flashed through my mind as I gazed at Mingo Falls was no less true for being obvious: I may never pass this way again. I don't know when I'll return to the Smokies, if ever, and should I be lucky enough to do so, it may be that the climb to the falls will have become more than my aging body can safely manage. So it was with great reluctance that I finally started back down the trail, knowing that I'd seen something I'd never forget and grateful that I'd taken the time and trouble to see it.

I haven't been back to Mingo Falls, but I now think it somewhat more likely that I'll return there than I did in 2007, when I was still getting used to the fact that I'd come close to dying a year and a half earlier. Since then I've had time to digest the belated recognition of my own mortality, and to marvel repeatedly at the fact that I'm still here.

That said, it's also true that I don't have any particular professional reason to go back to the Smokies, whereas Spring Green has long been close to the top of my short list of annual reviewing stops. For that reason alone, there's a much higher likelihood that I'll see Stephens' Falls again, perhaps as soon as a year from now.

And if I don't? Then I don't. As George Balanchine used to tell his dancers, "Why are you stingy with yourselves? Why are you holding back? What are you saving for--for another time? There are no other times. There is only now. Right now." Yesterday, now was enough.

Posted August 27, 2013 1:56 AM

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