QUINN MINUTE: The Truth

by Rix Quinn

Do you believe everyone should tell the truth? Well, I believe everyone else should…but occasionally I need to lie.

I lie mostly for domestic tranquility. For instance, here are three questions from a spouse that could require an untruthful response:

1. “Do you think this haircut looks too young for me?”

2. “Where would our son find a magazine like this?”

3. “I’m sure I had a $20 bill at the top of my purse. Have you seen it?

I didn’t start out as a liar. But faced with a situation where I can get yelled at, I find fibs an attractive alternative.

Lies are as old as humankind. But we don’t know how old humankind is, because so many of them lied about their ages.

Stone Age storytellers also invented tales that taught important lessons. Today we call them “fables.” Back then they were called “lying around the campfire.”

Some people lie for money. These stories could be called fiction, fabrication, or — in some cases — resumes.

Truth-telling, however, builds trust. People buy from trustworthy people, who can use the money to start trust funds. I trust my funds to make money, so eventually I can just lie around.

Yep, in the long run it’s better to tell the truth. I plan to do it myself…pretty soon.

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Anyplace, Anytime

What the heck is this?

by Rix Quinn

I directed my magical ring to fast-forward to 2075. But I didn’t tell it where, so I suddenly appeared on my own front lawn.

I watched afternoon traffic. But I wasn’t looking at cars. What I saw were small, two and four-passenger helicopter hybrids.

There was no traffic pattern, no stop signs on the corners. The flying transports swooped and hovered, and down the street I saw a couple people get into one. The vehicles were soundless.

My neighborhood looked the same, although a few houses had added a second floor with a domed, see-through roof. Then I had an idea. “Hey,” I asked a middle-aged man coming down the sidewalk, “is this a school holiday?” He shook his head no.

In my day, an elementary school was just around the corner, so I strolled in that direction. The noise of laughter increased as I neared the school. On the playground, they ran in all directions as they played some sort of game with a ball.

But a few were flying. How could that happen?

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