Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

I don’t understand coincidences.

I don’t understand coincidences.

It’s too easy to see design among them.

Example: Trying to find a location, carefully scoped out on Google Earth.

All the road names jibe, but one: the important one, the line to there.

We retrack, ask a local (clueless), no luck.  Stopping.  Saying, “Fuck!”.

Giving up.  My buddy is hungry.  We go to a fast fooder a quarter mile away.

As he goes in to order, I stand by the car staring at the topo map, searching.

A couple in a black SUV pulls up and he says, “I saw you looking at the map.

Can I help you find something?  I live around here.” I take the topo over

And point to where we want to go.  She smiles.  “That’s where by parents live.”

I say but we looked and looked for Ash Street and it’s just not there.

He says, “Oh, they changed the name to Estates Street.” (Lo, had we seen

That street sign more than a couple of times.)  She called her father

And we got permission to cross his land to our destination.

Later, my buddy and I just shook our heads and grinned.

I don’t understand coincidences.

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