You Want Some Windex For Those Windows?
I’ve been diagnosed with Windows. It’s pretty bad.
Palming.
That evil, horrible, painful, embarrassing, dangerous, scary, crazy technique of moving a card into the palm secretly and keeping it there without other people noticing or knowing.
My experience and skill with this topic lend themselves much more to cards than coins. So let’s talk about palming cards.
I’ve been diagnosed with Windows. It’s pretty bad.
Twinkies and lifting free weights have helped a little bit, but my fingers are long and thin, with very little extra to them. For better or worse, my hands are pretty. Not the most masculine descriptor, but it’s true. Soft and dainty with a few hard-to-see scars around and no calluses. When I happen to make contact with people’s hands, they often comment on it. My knuckles are big, which, with my slender fingers, leaves me with what we magicians call windows. Think of it like a thigh gap for your fingers. It can be beautiful or dangerous depending on how you wield them. On the one hand you can literally see through my fingers when I hold them up to a light. Tiffany would have no problem installing a beautiful stained glass masterpiece in each hand. Concealing a card or coin has huge risks of a glint of metal or bright playing card back design peering through the gaps.
This disadvantage has a silver lining though; it can condition the audience to eliminate concealment in the hand as a possible way to accomplish miraculous things.
While life might be a little easier in some ways without my windows, I like my hands, and if you get given lemons, here I am making lemonade, though there’s one more thing to consider. My doctors have told me it is likely indicative of arthritis in the future. That is one lemon I don’t think I will be able to squeeze.
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