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: