I really don’t know everybody, yet
While they were growing up, my kids were convinced that I was famous.
That’s because it seemed as though no matter where we went, I knew someone there or someone knew me. Whether we went to the Twin Cities for Twins or Vikings games, or anywhere else around the state, there would be someone I knew. Even on big trips to places like Las Vegas, Disney World, or California, it didn’t matter. I bumped into someone I knew or who knew me.
Even once in the far corners of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Another canoeist hailed my name from afar. Yep, it was a fellow editor friend of mine who was also out in the BWCA.
“Do you know everybody?” one of my sons once asked me. “No,” I said, “but I know a lot of them. And a lot of people seem to know me.”
Maybe it is from living in so many different places over the years. Or the fact that as a newspaper editor, you meet lots of folks. And just maybe it is because I enjoy visiting with people no matter where I go.
Sometimes I’m recognized without even being present.
One of my favorite stories is when two of my friends, who had never met and did not know each other, pulled up next to one another at a gas station in Texas. They noticed they each had Minnesota plates and asked each other what town they were from.
One said he was from Tyler, Minnesota, and the other said he knew a guy there, and of course, that was me. They compared stories about me while they were pumping gas. I hope they had nice things to say.
One of the most recent encounters was at the emergency room at the hospital in Winona, Minnesota. I had to make an unscheduled stop there after injuring two fingers on my left hand.
As my son (yes, the same one who thinks I know everyone) and I entered the emergency room area, the nurse started to attend to my wound, and then said, “You’re Chuck Hunt, aren’t you?”
My son fell off his chair.
And, while I didn’t really know the nurse, I do know her mother.
A friend of mine once told me that we are all just five names away from knowing someone in common. That friend is Pat McGill, and she will be the main speaker at the Women of Worth’s Expo next week. Yes, I know her, too.
Pat and I have been friends for a lot of years, first meeting in 1985. And, while I only think I know everyone, Pat McGill probably does know everyone.
She is an exuberant, funny, witty and caring person. There is never a dull moment when Pat is around.
With her Irish sense of humor and infectious laugh, she is a real delight to be around.
When she decided to go into the motivational speaking business, none of her friends were surprised. She had been our personal motivational speaker for years.
She is a dynamo. When she was the chairperson of our town’s centennial celebration, it had to expand from three days to five to get everything in that she wanted to do. Each day was so packed with events that as the local newspaper editor, I could hardly keep up. I think I wore out at least one camera trying to get pictures of everything that was going on.
But besides being a motivator, she is also one of the most interesting people I know. I think you will find her to be a very entertaining speaker at the Women’s Expo, should you decide to attend on Saturday, Nov. 7. (And you should, since it is all for a very good cause.)
A former teacher, Pat’s talks are not just entertaining, they are inspirational, educational and will make you think. And have a few laughs along the way.
There are a lot of words I can use to describe my friend Pat McGill. But one of them is definitely not ‘dull.’
Come see for yourself.