Coincidences dog my footsteps, usually in a good way. Yesterday, the remaining entry required to complete a crossword was the name of a Michigan University town. I had some letters filled in: A-- / A--o-. Two hours later, Roy read an article about finals of a bridge tournament which took place in Ann Arbour.
My favourite coincidence occurred in northern Spain, where I did a stint as a volunteer teacher a couple of years ago. I bought book about the ancient city where I was living: a collection of part -literary part-historical essays . As I made for the door, the shopkeeper called 'El Maestro! El Maestro!' She introduced me to the author, an eminent local journalist and poet who just happened to be passing . He came back to the shop and signed my copy. * The following week his daughter happened to be in a class I ran for local Spanish teachers. Carmen and I became friends.
I wish all coincidences were so pleasant, unlike the latest one that happened to me. GBS wrote The Doctor's Dilemma to prove that he could write a play about death. On the day I sat down to review it, my son reminded me that I was to attend the funeral of a family friend.
There was no way I could make the mid-day deadline because I had to leave at 11am and didn't get back until 4pm.
The resulting review was rushed. Never mind - here it is on The Public Reviews website.
* There's an account of this incident in the entry for Saturday October 24th 2009 in this blog
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