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The wife and I met friends for dinner in Manhattan on Saturday night. On our way downtown, we were sitting on the subway when I gave my seat up to an older woman. She was with a friend and we all got to talking. They were on their way to Church. I gave them the names of a couple of restaurants. We had a nice exchange. Shirley and Phyllis.

We stopped by Pearl River and then had dinner in a loud, expensive restaurant where the food was so good it reminded me that cooking is more than a craft but an art. It was drizzling when we finished and walked uptown to the Stand. Then we said good night to our pals and headed west to catch the subway. When the train reached 34th street, Shirley and Phyllis got on.

What are the odds? Not only that we’d get on the same train but the same car.

I called out to one of them and before they got off they gave us their phone numbers and invited us to church.

We talked about how strange it was that we ran into each other again and Shirley said, “God is Good.” Then and Phyllis got off.

I don’t know if I would have put it that way but I agreed with the sentiment. Then I looked up and the woman standing in front of us was wearing this shirt:

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1 ms october   ~  Jun 13, 2011 9:50 am

haha, i love that; very cool.

2 Yankee Mama   ~  Jun 13, 2011 10:16 am

That happened to me a few weeks ago. I got in the car at the same time as a woman. We got off at the same stop. I taught, did errands, went back into the station and there she was. But, in the true NY way, we just kinda glared at each other. It was our form recognition.

3 Chyll Will   ~  Jun 13, 2011 11:38 am

i remember when I lived in Wappingers Falls, I was riding on the Metro North from the city and I fell asleep halfway. When I awoke, my father was sitting right next to me. He had just finished a job in some remote area in Putnam County and hopped on the train, saw me and decided to wait until I woke up...

Quite coincidentally, nearly the same thing happened with me and my Mom a few years later in one of my favorite dreams.

4 Alex Belth   ~  Jun 13, 2011 12:08 pm

3) Wow, that's cool.

5 weeping for brunnhilde   ~  Jun 13, 2011 1:10 pm

You are something else, Belth. I swear to god you should run for office, you're a natural! Really, I have a deep admiration for your personability.

I think we should start referring to you as Da Mayor!

And my god, how uncanny that you should reunite with Shirley and Phyllis like that!

Crazy old world.

6 weeping for brunnhilde   ~  Jun 13, 2011 1:11 pm

[2] [3] Awesome!

7 weeping for brunnhilde   ~  Jun 13, 2011 1:15 pm

(Also, as an aside, I think "Love" is perhaps the tenderest, most heartfelt of all of John's songs and that in a catalog replete with tender and heartfelt. It reminds me a lot of George's "Long, Long, Long" off the White album. Quiet, contemplative, small, delicate. They're both the kind of songs Paul could never write because he could never expose himself, make himself so vulnerable as George and especially John.)

8 Alex Belth   ~  Jun 13, 2011 1:41 pm

5) Ha! The wife agrees. She's demure so she gets a kick out of tooling around with me because we usually chatting somebody up. lol

9 ccovey123   ~  Jun 13, 2011 3:44 pm

Never comment here but feel compelled to on this one. I had drinks at PJ Clarkes before the Sunday night Red Sox game a couple weeks back and got chatting to a couple guys. Had a drink or two with them and headed to another bar. An hour or two later we were on the Subway platform much further uptown than PJ Clakes and ran into them again and talked the whole way out to the stadium. Good dudes, got off the train and went our seperate ways. In about the third inning I felt a tap on my shoulder and turn around to these guys sitting directly behind us. Blew my mind.

10 Alex Belth   ~  Jun 13, 2011 3:47 pm

9) That's crazy!

11 weeping for brunnhilde   ~  Jun 13, 2011 4:31 pm

[9] Jesus, that is crazy.

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