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The Cricket & the Quarter
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| Tom Brown, Jr. is a world renown tracker, perhaps the best
one left in the world. Author of The Tracker and The
Search, he can track a pregnant deer across low-shag carpeting and
tell you the sex of her unborn twins.
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| After attending one of Tom's workshops,
Herb Urban offered Tom a ride to the airport in the bumpin' and
swervin' Herb Urban Suburban. Understandably, Tom couldn't refuse. |
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After fighting horrendous, Los Angeles traffic, they
arrived at the airport and parked in a loading zone. Chancing a nasty airport-cop ticket, Herb decided to
walk Tom to his plane. |
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| But before the two of them entered the terminal, Tom held
up his hand and told Herb to listen. Amid crowds, automobiles, and the
roar of the planes, Herb wondered what Tom's practiced ears could be
hearing.
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| "Listen," said Tom, pointing to some decorative
shubbery. "Put your head down over here, it's a cricket." Herb brought his
ear up close to the bushes and, sure enough, he heard a cricket
chirping. |
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| "How did you do that?" asked Herb as they strode through
the terminal. "It's so loud around hear I can't hear myself think."
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At that Tom smiled, produced a quarter from his
pocket, and rolled it down the linoleum corridor. It made a metallic sound
as it rolled causing heads to turn as they tried to locate it. |
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"People hear what they want to hear," said Tom. He winked
at Herb and boarded his plane. |
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