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A Medium on Medium
What a genuine medium told me when I was seventeen
I don’t know what I expected. Maybe a female version of Zoltar Speaks?Unlike the coin-operated fortune teller in the movie Big, I knew Eve would be a living breathing human. But I still half-expected the stereotypical accessories of a 1974 mystic, complete with gypsy headscarf, gold hoop earring, and crystal ball.
Maybe a deck of Tarot cards thrown in for good measure.
That’s not what greeted me.
Eve looked, just as my two friends who introduced me to her suggested, like our grandmas.
This was the fall of 1973 or possibly the spring of 1974 — I can’t recall the exact date of our first meeting beyond that it was during my senior year of high school. I was seventeen years old.
I grew up in a first ring suburb of Minneapolis and regularly walked the few blocks into South Minneapolis. But Eve lived in St. Paul. My friends, a couple I’ll call M&M, drove us to what was then considered the inferior sib of the Twin Cities.
They’d made an appointment to meet with Eve and because I was hanging out with M1 that afternoon, M&M extended a last-minute invitation for me to join them.
I wasn’t even sure I understood exactly what medium did.
