Good Times and Riches

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…