The Year is 1995. The place is Kansas City. Carl Cloutier and I are among a handful of magicians from the North who have descended upon Stevens Magic emporium to shoot a two-volume video set called The Magic of Canada. The magnanimous Joe Stevens tries to make us feel more …
You’re pumped up; You’re energy’s high; Table number 4 requested “The Magician.” You walk over there and everyone seems nice. You introduce yourself. You pull out a deck of cards, and that’s when it happens. The spectator says the most retarded thing you can imagine: “I’ve seen this one.” Doesn’t …
. . . So there I was, sitting in the car with the motor running while my wife ran into the store for “just a minute.” Ya that’s right, I fell for it! While my wife’s minute turned into thirty, then forty, then . . . well, you get the …