I’m beginning to notices themes with my thank yous. One of the most common of said “themes” is probably food — or more specifically, being a pig. Today’s post is no exception. You’re probably wondering how this relates to visiting a psychic but let me tell ya, somehow I can make even the most random un-food oriented experiences circle back to being hungry or eating — like the time my friend Sarah and I went to Lily Dale.
Lily Dale is the world’s largest spiritualist town. It’s a gated community situated on Cassadaga Lake in New York, about an hour from my house in Erie and 20 minutes from the Chautauqua Institution. In fact, it’s kind of like the campy, voodoo version of Chautauqua. It’s a haven for legitimate psychics and fortune tellers — and most likely, their phony counterparts. If you recall, I told you about my friend Katie who died in the Chicago balcony collapse. A few months following Katie’s tragic death, my friend Sarah and I decided we were going to go talk to her via a psychic in Lily Dale.
I’ve heard of people passing through the old wrought iron gates of the Dale and being hit with a feeling of well being or, conversely, the chills. When Sarah and I walked through the gates, all we were hit with was a wave of hunger, despite just having gone out to lunch. I’m not kidding, when I say, I think all the spiritual activity made us ravenous. It was uncanny. All of a sudden we looked at each other and were like, “WHERE IS THE CAFETERIA?!” Even before wandering around the grounds to find a psychic who looked reputable for our readings, we made a beeline for the chow line. Then, after scarfing down grilled cheese and French fries, we strolled around to only wind up at an ice cream stand ordering Choco Tacos. I’d chalk it up to me just being a pig, but this was different because it was like we were both overtaken by an unseen force. Why that force wanted us to stuff our faces, I don’t know, or understand — but it is what it is. I suspect it was Katie playing a joke on us.
So when Sarah had a recent psychic reading yielding lots of pithy information, I had her pass along the woman’s number and the two of us are planning a trip to see her next time I’m home. I figure, it’ll be fun — as long as I don’t mind gaining a few pounds.
The entrance to the Dale - it's a great place to visit; just pack some snacks.
Sarah and I on her wedding day; she's another Erie girlfriend I've known since birth