Host: Jodi Powell
Jodi: [00:00:01] Welcome to The Moth Podcast. I'm your host for this week, Jodi Powell. This episode is all about city living. There's a couple of common refrains you've probably heard about the lifestyle. It's expensive, it's loud, it's crowded. And take it from a New York City resident, they're all true. You might even be able to hear some of the noise in this recording.
What's not so easy to put in a neat list are the moments that keep us in the city. The joy that springs up every once in a while to remind you why you came here in the first place. So, our two stories this week are all about finding that beauty in the chaos of the city. Our first storyteller this week is David Brown. David told this at a StorySLAM in Boston, where the theme of the night was Voyage. Here's David, live at The Moth.
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David: [00:00:56] So, I moved to Boston 20 years ago. I moved from Milwaukee, Wisconsin to take a job at Channel 5 as a morning meteorologist. I had never been to Boston before I moved here. I believe right now that Boston is frickin' awesome. 20 years ago, I didn't even know what frickin' and awesome put together what meant. [audience laughter] On paper, Milwaukee and Boston are the same. Same population. Both cold and snowy. In Milwaukee, it's beer and brats. Beer and Fenway franks in Boston. Both are located by large bodies of water. Both have great TV series set there, Laverne & Shirley and Cheers, Where Everybody Knows Your Name. That's what I thought.
So, I loaded up my Chevrolet Beretta, I got my triptychs and I drove all the way to Massachusetts. It wasn't until I got to the rotary at Alewife off of Route 2 [audience laughter] that I realized that Boston and Milwaukee are nothing alike. [audience laughter] I got into that rotary and I got cut off and flipped off and mouthed off, all by a really pretty young woman driving a Volvo with two car seats in the back seat, a baby on board, a 26.2 sticker and a This Car Climbed Mount Washington sticker. [audience laughter] All I had was a cheesehead sitting in the front seat.
My first six months at work were kind of tough. The hours were brutal. I had to get up at 2 o’clock in the morning. Wasn't used to that. The cities in Wisconsin, they are hard to say, because they're hard to say. It's like Oconomowoc, Waukesha, Manitowoc, Menomonee Falls, Sheboygan. All right. Cities here are tough to say. I don't know why, [audience laughter] but it's like Peabody, Peabody, Peabody, Worcester. The Boston Herald would call me a weather himbo. It was hard. I didn't quite warm up to the viewers. They would call up and say, "Hey, David, my mother loves you." Or, "My sister Heather thinks you're hot, but why are you always wrong? You suck. Seriously " [audience laughter]
How can I get a job in which I'm always wrong and get to keep my job? "No, seriously, I want that job." And then always end the phone call with, "You're not from here, are you?" And that winter, it was the winter of 1995-96, it broke all records. So, by March I was ready to leave. But instead, I got a two-week, all-expense-paid, all-inclusive trip to Jamaica. Jamaica plain. [audience laughter] On March the 28th. I drove to work normally. Felt like hell. I drove away from work at 4 o' clock in the afternoon. And instead of going home, I went to the Faulkner Hospital, because I just knew something deep inside wasn't right. Parked my car, I ran in and I started getting violently ill.
They took me into an emergency room, and this woman says to me, "Do you have a sore neck?" And I said, "Oh my God, my neck's been killing me." At that point, everybody starts to throw on the white surgical masks. And she says to me, "We think you have bacterial meningitis." I'm like, "What?" And at that point, I felt like I was a foreigner in a country in which I didn't even know the language. Because bacterial meningitis is an inflammation of the meninges in the spinal cord and around your brain.
They were asking me questions like, "Where are you from? What's your name? What year were you born?" I knew the answers. I was trying to say it, but all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. And then they said, "We're going to give you a spinal tap." And at that point, I didn't hear anything except a doctor say, "The last person that came to Faulkner with meningitis died. We don't want to be 0 for 2." [audience laughter] So, I woke up and I looked around and I was in a different room. I saw people that looked different, but they all had that white surgical mask. And this woman walked over to me, and I looked up at her and I said, "Mom, what are you doing here?" She says, "I've been here since Friday." And I'm like, "What's today?" "It's Tuesday." Like, you've got to be kidding. I missed the Boston Herald's headline saying, "Local Weatherman Prompts Meningitis Scare." [audience laughter]
I missed the reporting on my station. I missed the reporting in the Globe. But what I got to learn that week is really true Bostonians. The nurse that took the overnight shift so she could be at home during the day for her kids. Dr. Kay McGowan, the infectious disease doctor who nursed me back to health. I got a get-well card from Dick in Wayland, a weather watcher for 30 years. I got another card from Sheila in Magnolia. I got a card from Ron in Lunenburg. I got a card from Mayor Menino. But I also got homemade cards from school kids that just said, "The Weatherman at Faulkner Hospital," because I'd gone to their school. [audience aww]
I went back to work after a couple of weeks on April the 15th, 1996, which was the 100th running of the Boston Marathon. I got to broadcast live from the top of Heartbreak Hill. I saw the runners coming up for the very first time, and I knew and they knew the exact same thing and that was Boston is frickin awesome. Thank you.
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Jodi: [00:06:48] That was David Brown. David spent 18 years forecasting the weather at WCVB-TV Boston. Currently, David is the Chief Advancement Officer at the Massachusetts Association for the Blind and Visually Impaired. He oversees their Boston Marathon Team team with a Vision, the largest team of blind runners and sighted guides. To see some photos of David from his days as a weatherman, head to our website, themoth.org/extras.
Up next is Randi Skaggs. Randi told this at a Louisville StorySLAM, where the theme of the night was Happy. Here's Randi, live at The Moth.
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Randi: [00:07:35] It was my first summer as a New York City school teacher, and I was enjoying a lazy day at home while my roommates were out working when the power went out. I wasn't really that worried until I heard on the radio that there was this massive blackout affecting the entire northeast and that some suspected terrorism. Like many New Yorkers, I'd lived through 9/11 and I wasn't sure that I could stomach that again. Plus, I had this boyfriend, Dave, who was working in a skyscraper on Wall Street, not too unlike the Twin Towers. So, immediately, I got on the phone and I dialed his work number, but the call didn't go through.
At this point, I would have called his cell phone, but Dave had this theory that having a cell phone meant you were accessible to others 24/7, in essence making you society's slave. [audience laughter] So, he didn't have one. So, I found myself alternating between hating my fucking boyfriend's fucking guts for not having a fucking cell phone. "What the fuck is wrong with this guy?" [audience laughter] And then, he has one now. [audience laughter] And then, praying to God that my fucking boyfriend was alive.
I knew that the wise thing to do was just sit at home and wait there in case he came there or called, but I was just too antsy for that. So, I started taking walks in my East Village neighborhood. First, just short little jaunts around the block. But every time I passed by in front of my building and I didn't see him, my heart sank deeper and deeper into my stomach. So, I took longer and longer walks in the heat, and I thought about Dave and me.
I was 27, Dave was 31 and we were each other's first major relationship. We came from these families where our parents communicated by either ignoring each other, or cheating on each other, or screaming at each other or beating the crap out of each other. So, we didn't really have any background knowledge as to how a healthy relationship should work. We were terrified of commitment. We'd been together for a year and a half, but we dated like we were in high school, seeing each other maybe once or twice a week. We didn't have keys to each other's places. We didn't leave toothbrushes over. We said, "I love you," but there was always a catch in our voice like, "I know you could fuck me over at any point, so I'm really not going to get too invested in this, okay?"
What good had it done me. If he was dead, then I had just spent a year and a half of my life keeping someone at arm's length rather than just being happy. Sweat was starting to pool under my breasts, and I was getting that film-- the women know what I'm talking about. [audience laughter] I was getting that film that you get on your skin in New York in the summer. So, it was time to go home. When I rounded the corner that last time, there he was, sitting on my stoop, looking more adorable than ever. He stood up, and we ran to each other like in the movies. We hugged fiercely. And then, we did something we'd never done before. We just gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. It was our most intimate act to date. And then I heard his story.
When the power went out, he wasn't taking any chances. He went down 30 flights of stairs rather than risking the elevator. And then, he walked 20 blocks to my apartment in the heat, in a suit, because the subway wasn't working and because he was as worried about me as I was about him. We were both too giddy to just sit still. So, we just kept walking all around the city. Little by little, we got the full report that it was not terrorism, just a blackout, you know? Shop owners were handing out free food rather than letting it rot. People were just drinking beers outside.
We saw this guy rollerblading down the street buck naked. [audience laughter] Everywhere you looked, New Yorkers, these jaded New Yorkers wore shit-eating grins on their faces. Night started to fall. We headed to Tompkins Square Park. There were bonfires and drum circles and people camping out in the grass. We wove through the crowd, stopping intermittently to just make out or sit and dance, holding hands so tightly the sweat dripped from our fingers. And then, I had this idea that we should look up at the sky. And I was right. There, amidst the black ghosts of the buildings, we could see the stars in New York City. And on that night, you could even see Mars. [chuckles]
We headed back to my apartment. My bedroom faced the street on the first floor. So, normally that meant that I kept my window and my curtains shut tight. But that night, I just opened them up wide to the world. We lay in bed listening to the voices of the passersby. Typically, conversations were loud, drunken, obnoxious. But that night, everyone whispered as if everything were sacred. We had absolutely the best sex of our lives to date. [audience laughter] There've been some good times since. And then, we just passed out in that inky darkness.
A year later, we were living together in Brooklyn, but Dave brought me back to that stoop to propose to me. [audience aww] [chuckles] Because it was there that we learned a really important lesson, happiness is terrifying, [chuckles] because it’s so unpredictable. You never know when it's just going to come crashing around you, like those two towers did that one day. But if you don’t give in to those sweet moments that can happen at random, then life really isn’t worth living anyway. Thank you.
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Jodi: [00:13:10] That was Randi Skaggs. Randi is a middle school language arts teacher and storyteller based in Louisville, Kentucky. She loves competing in StorySLAMs and is slogging her way through writing a memoir of her New York City years. Randi also produces a storytelling show and podcast called Double Edged Stories with her husband, David Serchuk. Together, they are co-parents to two story-worthy kids. To see some photos of Randi and Dave from their time in New York City, head to our website, themoth.org.
That’s all for this week. We hope these stories reminded you that no matter where you choose to spend your days, in the city, the country or somewhere in between, there’s magic to be found. Until next time, from all of us here at The Moth, have a story-worthy week.
Julia: [00:14:06] Jodi Powell is a producer on The Moth’s Mainstage and StorySLAM teams. Jodi also directs and teaches with our community and education teams. She says, the spark that ignites her is that moment when a storyteller is center stage and you can feel the audience listening.
This episode of The Moth Podcast was produced by me, Julia Purcell, with Sarah Austin Jenness and Sarah Jane Johnson.
The rest of The Moth’s leadership team includes Catherine Burns, Sarah Haberman, Jenifer Hixson, Meg Bowles, Kate Tellers, Jennifer Birmingham, Marina Klutse, Suzanne Rust, Brandon Grant, Inga Glodowski and Aldi Kaza.
Moth stories are true, as remembered and affirmed by storytellers. For more about our podcast, information on pitching your own story and everything else, go to our website, themoth.org. The Moth Podcast is presented by PRX, the Public Radio Exchange, helping make public radio more public at prx.org.