Tuesday evening – three short stories for tax day

Hey friends.. happy tax day..   Diane just reminded me.. no Guitar Hero until I’ve finished blogging… I have three wierd and disconnected short stories  for you about conincidences… just like my day.. wierd and disconnected.. .

The first is probably only interesting to me. I looked at my calendar today and realized that I had back-to-back meetings with people named ‘Tim Farrell’.. One a freind and senior chip scientist in East Fishkill, NY and the other, my buddy Tim, the chiropracter. I don’t know whay that struck me as so odd.. maybe because that’s not such a common name.

OK.. second story… Our Van turned 100,000 miles today.. in our driveway.. OK.. so   gave it a little help. I noticed it was at 99990 last night.. so I took Gabe to school this morning.. and did 4 laps from our driveway to the Willis’s driveway to make it land exactly on 100000 . I was actually able to capture the change on  video .   For some reason, changes involving  numbers like that have huge significance for me.  It’s linked to the part of me that thinks all things have souls of some kind… After all.. a lot happens in a car…they can take you to births, to picnics.. .. and to memorial services. We’ve been through so much in this one.

I toasted the car with a cerimonial Red Bull to honor it’s birthday..  

Thank you DTB 241

For the record.. I still carry the key to my first car.. a ’71 volkswagen camper named maggie..    Here she is.. I hope she’s still haling hippies somewhere in California.

It reminds me of the song “Long May You Run: .. a love song that Neal Yong wrote for one ohis old cars

Long May You Run
by Neil Young

Weve been through some things together
With trunks of memories still to come
We found things to do in stormy weather
Long may you run.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run.

Well, it was back in blind river in 1962
When I last saw you alive
But we missed that shift on the long decline
Long may you run.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run.

Maybe the beach boys have got you now
With those waves singing caroline no
Rollin down that empty ocean road
Gettin to the surf on time.

Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run.

OK.. here’s the third story.. and it’s the strangest and coolest. This morning I was talking to my friend Marc at work.Marc and his wife Peggy have always been adventurous travelers . Marc was telling me about the  trip that they had just taken to Antarctica in March. He mentioned that their boat had stopped in South Georgia Island off the coast of Antarctica .

I realized that I’d never told Marc about SamStones. I told him that friends of our our friends Jeanne’s mom  had visited South Georgia  Island  last year and had left a SamStone on Shackelton’s grave. Marc looked at me a sec and told me that he had a bunch of pictures of Shakleton’s grave. About 30 minutes later he sent me the following picture. Take a look in the lower left.. . I was actually able to enlarge that part of the picture… looks familiar.. no ?  Marc had never even noticed the stone in his picture before this. Is this a small world.. or what.. Sam’s spirit is truly everywhere..

OK.. I gotta sleep now. Hope all your taxes are in.. Talk to you tomorrow.. Gnite Sam
-me