I have a weird
inclination to attribute significance to silly coincidences. Hey, after my new chums
gave me a painting by one of only two local artists I have met and admired, I’m sticking
with my tendency.
Every morning
I wake at 5:45 to my iPod playing songs. I have to laugh at how often I make connections
between the random selections and whatever is happening for me. I know it’s a stretch
but I am getting quite used to it.
Before I leave
Amsterdam for good, I made a short list of things I still want to see. On Sunday
I toured the Amsterdam Heritage Museum and shopped for my grandson on Kalverstraat
before walking to the Leidseplein for a few beers and a chance to use my pen. I
sat down, made my order, and dug in my man-bag for my iPod Touch.
Here’s what I
heard:
If it suddenly
ended tomorrow
I could somehow
adjust to the fall.
Good times and
riches
And sonofabitches
I’ve seen more
than I can recall.
--Jimmy Buffett
Is it me? OK,
probably, but you have to admit…
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