On Dec 18, 2017, steve spill wrote:
Johnny Fox and I spent spring 1976 on a coast-to-coast busking tour, in San Antonio, I walked down the hill toward the park and saw a huge crowd, maybe a hundred people. As I got closer, I saw Fox making four silver dollars appear, then, one at a time, the coins became invisible, I couldn’t believe the size of the crowd he’d drawn. Johnny had finally done it, the hat was gonna be huge on this one.

As I got even closer, I saw that about ten people were engaged in Fox’s routine, the other ninety people were looking behind Fox, across the street, at a man standing on the roof of a ten-story building. It looked like he was gonna jump, which he did. The juxtaposition between whatever devastating agony might drive a man to suicide, and the simple little surprises and merriment Fox dispensed - made me realize what an important service we magicians offer. People need fun like they need food and water and sleep. Even it’s only for a brief period of time, guys like Johnny could relieve the pain or boredom of everyday life. When audiences experience magic, it’s a sign that maybe the future will hold even more fun. Fun isn’t just fun – it’s hope.