Met on Main Street: Jim Miller
For the past week or two, ideas for this column began to run dry. Ironically, the weather may have caused part of this; we will call it half. The other half stemmed from sourcing, and inspiration. I intentionally don't want this column to become ...
For the past week or two, ideas for this column began to run dry. Ironically, the weather may have caused part of this; we will call it half.
The other half stemmed from sourcing, and inspiration.
I intentionally don’t want this column to become mundane, or repetitive.
I would rather not write anything at all than put my name on some weekly obligation that lacks creativity and substance.
In an effort to obtain this goal, I specifically stray from a general “question and answer” rubric; I won’t be asking anyone about their favorite kind of food, music, or whether you like dogs or cats better. That idea has been done before, over and over; that idea got old awhile back.
If you’ve ever met me when I’ve been on assignment for this column, you know that I approached you purely at my own will. A completely random mesh of time, place and opportunity, I never plan to meet anyone that I’ve met – it just happens.
I’m trying to meet people, and see what their story is all about. I’m not trying to meet people and get the answers from them I already wanted before we ever even met.
And like so, I met Jim “super star” Miller on Main Street outside of Fuller’s Pawn.
An eccentric local who lives only a couple of blocks away, Miller was sitting on his homemade blue cart (complete with self-promoting logo), singing “Old Hank” and George Strait country tunes through a portable boom box that sat on top when I first approached him.
He was talkative and very open. He’s out there with his cart, a couple days a week (typically from noon to 2 p.m.), on any given corner of Main Street that catches his eye that day.
Retired a few years back, he’s simply “having a little fun and just messing around.”
With a stain on his shirt I guessed to be some sort of chocolate ice cream, he insisted that this form of entertainment – singing his country songs and watching people – is far better than sitting at home watching TV.
Sometimes locals just want to enjoy their own streets – even when, or perhaps especially when – they become a hub for out-of-towners and strangers.
It doesn’t take a tourist coming from afar, spending money on a vacation to make Park Rapids a cultural hub for the area.
Maybe all it actually takes is a super star or two.
Until next time, have a great week. Maybe soon it’s you I will meet!