The New York City Elephant

The New York City Elephant

One afternoon I saw a baby elephant swimming in the pond in Central Park. He didn’t appear to be with anyone so when he got out of the water I walked up to him and asked if he had a place to stay.  I didn’t open my mouth when I asked him, I “thought asked him” and he “thought answered me back” stating that he did not have a place to stay.  So, we walked together on the sidewalk down 8th Ave. to our apartment in Chelsea.  No one said a word, no one even asked a question or took a picture.  You know how New Yorkers are, you can literally walk an elephant down the sidewalk and no one will be surprised.

Once we arrived it was obvious that he was not going to find our tall but very thin, four-room railroad apartment comfortable so we walked straight down the hall and out to the garden patio in the back. All of the buildings on our block share a common courtyard and that baby elephant has been living back there ever since.  He likes the trees and the fountains and the vegetable gardens and the cats and benches.  Everyone gave up their backyard space for him and he has the run of the inside of the whole city block. We built a heated shelter for winter and he paints on canvas and works out on a giant treadmill when he is not rolling in mud or peeking in windows.

At first I tried to get him to go to a preserve but he said he didn’t want to go, he said he likes New York City and that Manhattan is where he wants to live. He actually told me that for a long time he didn’t even know he was an elephant.  He thought he was a beautiful girl with long legs and he said he had aspirations of dancing with the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall.  When he finally realized he was an elephant he decided he wanted to at least be part of the city and so he stayed.

He likes visitors you can go and see him anytime you want. Some people charge to go through their building but I never did, I always let people come and look for free. He adores people and loves to talk: you’d be surprised how easy it is to talk to an elephant.

Some people are scared to talk to him because they don’t trust the words they hear him putting into their head. But I found him to be fascinating.  We used to talk about Gandhi and Jesus and why he thinks the sun continues to burn and the sacred land he believes elephants go to when they die.  We would often take walks at three in the morning, down to the Village or up to the Park.  “You two fit in perfectly with all the other weirdos out at that time,” my neighbor Bernice would say.

I still get holiday cards from him, that’s why I know he is still there. If you ever get to the city let me know. I’ll make sure you get to meet him.  ©Excerpt from “The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”

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Outsider, Fringe Walker, Artist, Beatnik Freak

Outsider, Fringe Walker, Artist, Beatnik Freak

My name is Rachel Hutcheson, I am a writer, a songwriter, an actor, outsider, fringe walker, rebel, never went to prom, black sheep, moved to New York City at twenty-three and performed with a boat-load of talented friends: hit the road after six years to see the sky in Chicago and then to feel the Los Angeles sun for ten.

Now I’m writing left of center Peace & Love, Power to the People, You Don’t Own Me, You Broke My Heart, and I Won’t Back Down songs in Nashville, TN. I live with my walk the line husband who I met at a kegger in Kalamazoo, Mi. when I was nineteen.

I’ve been an artist my entire life, never had a corporate job, never worked for the man, never shot a gun and I say what I think because I can. I have worked as a painter, a waitress, a jewelry maker, designer, seamstress and a vendor, I am a dreamer, a “life is a blow your mind miracle” believer, a philosopher, a listener and a Be Who You Are supporter and defender.

I saw back in kindergarten I didn’t fit the mold and the trouble gets worse as the years I live grow. The freer I become the more I want to be free, and the deeper it goes the more I feel like me. I do not know why I am how I am: why I’m not wolf and why I’m not a lamb.  But I tell you right now, when it comes to me, there is no other me that I’d rather be.

I don’t like to hide, I don’t like to fake it: Life is art, at least that’s what I named it. I write and I act to entertain and uplift, I am here to inspire and smash the mountain of myths that say you can only be what people say you can be…that’s big pile of shit, you know what I mean?

So I’m writing some books, hanging my flag on a pole and where I’ll end up nobody knows. If you like what I’m saying, if you can feel what I’m thinking, you might just be a different breed, beatnik, black sheep rebel freak like me…©Excerpt from “The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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Is It The World Or Just Me Who Has Changed?

Is It The World Or Just Me Who Has Changed?

The idea that one day the world would change because of people standing in a circle, holding hands and singing “Kumbaya” used to sound cheesy, unrealistic and trite to me.  Now several times a week I find myself wishing we could all come together, hold hands and sing “Kumbaya.”  I wonder if it is the world or just me who has changed.  Is it the world or me who has changed

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