A lot of chancey stuffy happened today.
For one, I played a guessing game with a seven-year-old who tried to make me guess a girl’s name that started with an “R”. I guessed the customary “Rebecca” and “Rachel” and “Renee” and even the less-familiar “Rhonda” and “Roberta”, but what name was she thinking of in the end?
That’s right. Ruby.
And then tonight, on the way home, I just happened to walk 60th St. from 5th Ave. to York, and I passed Serendipity 3 en route.
It’s stupid, I know.
It means nothing.
But it’s fun to notice coincidences in life. The coincidences you choose to notice often show you what you already want.
Streets Walked: Clarkson St. to Hudson to 8th Ave. to 28th St. to 5th Ave. to 60th St. to York Ave. to 61st St. to 5th Ave. to 118th St. to Home