A bent fork
On the evening of 10 October 2023, my son and daughter and I were eating dinner in a local Mexican restaurant in Tucson, Arizona. We were eating soft food with the usual restaurant utensils. I told my son the anecdote about how Uri Geller got a woman pregnant via TV without being sued for child support. You know, the IUD incident.
I was very wrong to tell this story because my daughter’s attitude toward Geller is just like Amazing Randi’s, and I had promised not to mention Geller in her hearing, ever. “We agreed,” she reminded me sternly, “not to speak Uri Geller’s name.” She inserted the fork she had been using all evening into her squishy fried beans. The fork came out bent over a third of its length.
“Lousy inferior metal,” she murmured, staring at it. My son and I said nothing. I am sure Randi would have examined the fork, compared it to my son’s and mine (which weren’t bent) and quizzed the restaurant staff about how often their forks ‘melted’ in refried beans. Strangely, my daughter didn’t.
I think that’s just as well. John Keel believed there are cosmic tricksters that never really die and devote themselves to making everybody miserable. And what did the Indrid Cold gang really do to him? Got him expensive arguments with the telephone company, that’s all. If Geller is one of them, he’s much higher class. He’s had a very entertaining life of fame, adulation and controversy, not
