There is a little eclectic shop in downtown Pullman where they sell clothes, oriental themed trinkets and beads. A couple of years ago I talked to the owner he said that fair trade is a bunch crap and that the people over don’t want it because it’s hurting business. He speaks on the authority of having an Asian wife, as well as spending some time, ‘over there’.
I think. Like I said it was a couple of years ago. I remember at the time thinking he actually had some legit points, even if he conveniently left out some points like pay wages in factories and such. Anyway, I don’t really have enough information to be trash talking him, and that is not my intention at all. In my hunt for a second job this summer I wandered in there again. I was delighted to see they had used frisbee golf discs for sale.
Frisbees are awesome. You can totally suck at frisbee but still feel like you are accomplishing something because it still gets some distance. Ultimate Frisbee holds a love-hate relationship for me, fun yet impact-dangerous, a good workout yet my least favorite kind; it’s basically sprint drills. So when I recently discovered Frisbee Golf over spring break, or ‘frolf’ as George Castanza calls it on Seinfield, I found the bliss of Frisbee.
It’s low key, it’s social, and still challenging as I proved by taking sometimes almost ten throws to get the frisbee in the chain basket that is maybe 200-400 meters away. I’m going to invest in some frisbee-golf-specific discs because they have putter disc for when I am on my seventh or eighth throw and only ten feet away from the basket.
As is often the case, this is one of those times that links me back to, or with Liverpool. It also reminds me of one of the good American friends I made while I was there last summer. Her name of anonymity when I refer to her in my Liverpool writings is, in fact, Frisbee.
Frisbee was my hotel roommate in the Newark, New Jersey airport Hilton. I didn’t get in until 1 am, I think I told that melodramtic detail before, and felt a little creepy coming into a complete stranger’s room. But Frisbee, like me, is a sound sleeper and didn’t even hear me. She got up before me, and told me later she knew I was awesome because of the items left in view digging out my bathroom accesories bag; a very dinged-up Sigg bottle and a blue sparkly Frisbee.
I hung out with Frisbee the most out of everybody in the group. After wandering a few different times on my own, Frisbee and I talked about the beauty of wandering and not having a set plan, but also of our common love of thrift stores. I believe it was after our Slavery History tour of downtown Liverpool that we set off to wandering.
We got food and went to several different small local shops. Today I own a used book and two different awesome tops from our excursions. I got one of my friends back in Pullman some really cool yoga/hippie looking pants and jewelry for a handful of my girlfriends/girl relatives.
While you do not grow as a person unless you try new things, there is something to be said for finding those people you can relate to. In Liverpool I rediscovered or reremembered how to experience everyday life as exciting. Most of the time when I ride the bus I think of Liverpool, for example. Frisbee and I had a good time learning Liverpool via what we knew, as well as with what we didn’t know. And I treasure the souls I meet that I can truly connect with, they have always seemed hard for me to find.
But that is another thing I learned with wandering Frisbee and the entire group, as well as from Scousers; people are not as different as you think and the differences are often times the best part! When I gave a presentation for SSS staff at WSU on the University of Liverpool Leadership Training Program, what we did, now their students apply, etc., I told them that even before we got to Liverpool it was like we’d already traveled. Many of us had lived and seen different places, we were from all over the US as well as from Mexico.
Hopefully I’ll get to see Frisbee while I’m in the same state visiting for InLove’s wedding this summer. Because we only actually got around to using my frisbee once. It was low-key tossing back and forth on Crosby Beach, our last day in the UK.