As adults, they cling to their memories of that friendship. They share a wounded childhood, but their memories are of how they tended each other's wounds, which is a lovely thing to remember. If there is a precedent for Dean J. Seal's one-man show Scavenger Hunt , it would be those edifying lectures that toured through Minnesota when it was still a territory, in which scientists or clergymen would ride the riverboat up to St. Paul and then take a stagecoach up to St. Anthony to appear before public meeting halls. There, they would speak of the wonders of science or the wonders of God. Often their lectures included a few songs or a prayer session.
Seal offers all of the above.
In fact, he opens his show with a formal-sounding series of introductory comments, which, on closer inspection, mean nothing at all. Indeed, as edifying lectures go, Seal's contrarily refuses to mean what it should. Hardly what our St. Anthony forebears would have expected. But every fuckup has an interesting story, and Seal's is more entertaining than most. Seal is an inveterate storyteller, and this show is a compilation of some of his favorites, including political jeremiads and reminiscences of long years spent exploring the margins of society with his fellow creative misfits.