4-Leaf Clovers have become a way bigger part of my life than I ever expected. I’m proud of my stats, I found 805 in one summer, and I found an 8-leafer once. But the part you might find more odd than the skill, is how every year I feel compelled to chuck my extra 4-leafers off Enger Tower, a local landmark of high elevation. It’s my way of helping the world without prejudice. One story that I like to look back on happened around 2015 on a beautiful but windy day. I was walking up the path to the tower with my coffee-can full of 77 4-leaf clovers, and I noticed a lot going on in and around the Tower ahead of me. I was halfway up when I came upon a couple adults and several children on their way down the path, and one of the adults asked what I had in the can. “4-Leaf Clovers, actually… 77 of them. Check it out!” I opened the can and he leaned over with a “Holy Shit,” and he called over the other adult, and that got the attention of the children. They all wanted to see, so I gave out a few to the kids, and I said, “Now Ima go chuck the rest off this tower.” So there I was, with this crowd behind me, and it was getting bigger. Children were calling to each other to come see, adults were explaining what’s happening to each other and the children, and I was still passing out clovers. On the way up the tower, I learned the crowd belonged to a wedding party, and at the top it was very crowded, the adults were stepping back so their children could see, and they were all together by the edge, so we counted down and I chucked them out into the wind. They caught a small gust a few feet out and crashed into a body of air that spread them out beautifully, and the wind carried them off. As the clovers left the coffee can, all the children spread out further and stood on tip-toes as they all tried to get that perfect view over the edge. I noticed how focused they were on trying to see the clovers fade away, so I turned and headed down the stairs before they could notice me, and just after I made it out of sight, I could hear them asking, “Where’d he go? He vanished!”
The Vocanic Weird 