The Dropped Glove

Maybe it is all the time travel fiction I have been consuming lately, but it seems fated that the 2002 Globe clipping that affected the young traveler so has been saved all these years for this moment, so you could pull it out again while waiting for Nasser at Basha, as Thammer sleeps on.  And learn the author died at 90 in November 2017, just as you were in London, preparing for the draw and the Gatsby, oblivious to your own imponderable future.

Yet here we are with the wave of birthday wishes flooding in from Zambia.  The condo set to be listed.  The Old Triangle and Southern Cross still to be frequented. I enjoy the Arabic aspect of this decision, visions of Zanzibar in the future.  All coming together, links in the chain, none of which can be seen, until the immediate next is forged in place.

Will Nasser arrive?  15 more minutes.  Then it is to find the right wine and Vodka before Guinness.  Ha, an unlikely sentence that makes perfect sense.  As all these attempts to plan always do.

I ordered your book, Mr. Coles.  The thought has cheered me, that one may despair at mistakes in selling stocks or poorly timed real estate ventures, but there are things far more important.  Infinitely so.  Keep the right perspective and do the necessary.

42 is a number all right.  Set things in motion that cannot be stopped.