Circles and more circles
Well, through the miracle of modern nerve-racking air travel at 37,000 bumpy feet, I went to bed 48, woke up 49 (if three hours counts as sleep), and was in San Diego before noon. Pleading for a birthday upgrade on Delta got me exactly in 33D, behind a family I’ll write about in 32 ABCD and E, but when I told the nice young man at the hotel reception desk here in San Diego that I was literally aging BEFORE HIS VERY EYES, he upgraded my room to the top floor (I decided not to mention my fear of heights) and a gorgeous bay view.But that’s not what this story is about.
Here’s the front window of the fantastic independent bookshop in my town–Malaprop’s Bookstore and Cafe. Now *that’s* a nice birthday gift. Isn’t that a beautiful book? Donna B. Miller, be proud of that cover!
But later as I looked at the photos I had snapped (to Emma’s dismay) as we stood in front of Malaprop’s yesterday (just after birthday spa and just before birthday lunch at my favorite downtown eatery where we drew on the butcher paper like birthday madwomen–see evidence below), I realized something.
The man whose books are just below mine in the window? Bill Curry? He was one of the Three Billys and a Johnny that Mr Brilliant gave me for Christmas! THE Bill Curry who was the center for THE Johnny Unitas!People say life is completely random. And maybe it is. But when there is sweetness in random, that’s cool.