Kokomo

Call It Serendipity.

Call It Randomness.

Call me Kokomo.  Kokomo Kid.

It was fortuitous, no doubt: the wait list, the timing of the phone call, the interest, the Morgan opener with the cigar box, the Zambian messages just before, even as the 3% held like a beauty, just long enough.  In a week that makes you think.  A nice yesternight with the Islander, but no text tonight after book club, and as much as I love the crazy, not the traveler of your dreams.  No, Ronaldo does not play for Arsenal, heh.  And to see the Taj in such opulence, without going early?  Nope. 

I wish I hadn’t stayed away so long... getting old, etc.  Funny the way the thoughts run.  Alobar Anderson.  Or Kundra.  I really don’t know, man.  But I know that there is something that lingers that is inexplicable.  The more so after the TO weekend, the Lot 6.  As our old lady of SBTS says, life is only so long.  Or did she say that?  I don’t think so.  But that catch-up was a fair lead into the night.  Those same issues that others have been left to deal with.  And of them all, so far, how is this post-Europa encounter the one that has you running through Europe for... there must be something...

The end tonight was the thing.  The walk past the Old T.  The girl with streaks of white locked out of Stayners.  The wind of the day from early on, so strong, I should have known.  Like thirty dollars into the air.  Fortunately, the photo was taken for remembrance.  Best the smack of it, into the face, before it went right into the sea in three pieces.  Symbolizing what?  That tangible things are transitory?  Life has a sense of humour?  It is later than you think?  Listening to the extent of harmonica, it is annoying to have lost it.  But it puts in context what is not yet lost...

The night of official Dal acceptance.  The day of the Toth random call, and Club level as well.  A good ADC rate meeting, worth celebrating.  And the purely wondrous Davis “brothers” magic.  To get that call from the waitlist just at the perfect moment.  Memorable.

Oh, Indy for the 4th of July, with MM after that?  Ah, I wonder.  Wondering.  My favourite thing.