Cooking for one…

You have to be ‘of a certain age’ or an 80’s movie buff to remember the classic Steve Martin film “The Lonely Guy,” but, boy, was it filled with truisms you probably weren’t aware of at the time. Unless, of course, you were, you know, pretty lonely.

Based on Bruce Jay Friedman’s book “A Guide for the Lonely Guy” and directed by Arthur Hiller, the 1984 flick featured Martin as greeting card writer Larry Hubbard, a man who just couldn’t break out of his ‘oneness’ until he wrote about it and became, essentially, an overnight sensation.

One of the greatest scenes in the movie is when Larry goes into a restaurant, is asked how many are in his party and he replies “One.” Everyone in the place freezes and stares at him, a spotlight follows him to the table and he orders a ‘todka and vonic’ cocktail.

Though the story’s basically a sendup of singleness, there’s a lot of truth to it. Then and now (and pretty much always) we live in a world that’s terribly prejudiced against the single guy or girl, from the grocery store to the rental house or apartment to virtually every known social activity anywhere.

Especially if you’re over, say, 30, the deck is overwhelmingly stacked against you.

Run into someone you haven’t seen in a while and you’ll be asked if you’re married, have kids, all that stuff. While that’s okay and socially acceptable, how most of them react when you tell them you live by yourself often isn’t. They’ll deny it, but if you give them that response you instantly know that a plethora of assumptions is running through their minds.

And you aren’t likely to be invited to drop by or join them for lunch because, well, you know, you’re alone and stuff.

The thing is, many single people are perfectly fine with their status, don’t feel that they need someone to “complete” them and, for the most part, enjoy life just as much as any couple or family.

At least to the extent they can. Try to find ‘single serve’ anything in the grocery store. Yeah, you can cook for an army and freeze the leftovers, but if you’re normal, what you want to eat you want now and you know those frozen leftovers will eventually be tossed out, oh, in a couple of years.

You rarely see any ‘onesies’ in movie theaters, and if somebody’s sitting alone in a bar the automatic assumption is they’ve probably got a drinking problem or are cruising for a mate.

Hey, Match.Com and eHarmony and all those Internet dating sites all grew out of the “popular” concept that nobody wants to be alone.

News flash: lots of people enjoy being single. Don’t hate them for it. Odds are that they’re not serial killers or antisocial or against being a couple. Really.

And a good many of them do like to date every now and then and don’t mind having friends who aren’t on their own and may, eventually, decide to ‘become a couple’ if the time is right.

Remember that commercial a while back with the “lady in red” who looks at the camera and says “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful”?

Well, take a look at your single friend, neighbor or new-found acquaintance, and don’t hate them for that. They’re okay.

Except maybe in the grocery store.

Note to readers: If you’ve got a single friend, maybe give ‘em a call every now and then. Not out of sympathy, mind you, but just to say ‘Hi’. Wouldn’t hurt.


What the world needs now…

We don’t need the political ads; we don’t need relentless news bytes about death, destruction or misery; we don’t need those pop-up commercials on Internet sites that won’t let you ‘x them out’.

No, what the world needs now is a genuine, tight, sincere hug.

We need to take a few minutes and surf for ‘good news’ sites. We ache to see the post-disaster stories of the thousands of folks who’ve turned out to help eastern N.C. flood victims.

We could actually use a few of those cute animal clips or pictures right about now. Something – anything – to counteract all the crap we’re being bombarded with on an hourly basis.

People are waking up each morning and just wanting to pull that blanket back over their heads and avoid dealing with media-hawked stuff that’s beating us down.

In spite of the seemingly endless terrible things Channel Whatever tells you, all that is good about the world in which we live so dramatically outweighs the bad that, regardless of what lives matter, we can and will survive the current assaults.

Come November 9, the planet will keep on spinning, the sun will rise, you’ll do those things you always do, and little, if anything, will change in the day-to-day regularity of the life you’ve survived thus far.

You’ll go back to being annoyed by those prescription drug commercials instead of that candidate attack ad, and all those dire warnings of perceived apocalypse will vanish for another four years.

It’s a shame, isn’t it, that instead of being wooed by admirable individuals with sincere motivation to do something good for the populace we’re beaten black and blue by faceless hucksters bent on telling us how bad life will be if we elect so-and-so.

And no, it’s not a new thing. Smear campaigns have been around for centuries. It’s just that back in the old days, they couldn’t tweet or text or chat or post or rail in 30- and 60-second spots shoved in the electorate’s faces.

To see how relentless it has become, you just need to watch television for five or 10 minutes or scroll down a few inches on Facebook. Most of us have become more adept at working the ‘mute’ button or changing channels with lightning speed, haven’t we?

Boy, do we ever need that hug.

The sun’ll come out tomorrow; bet your bottom dollar that, tomorrow, there’ll be sun.

You go, Annie.

Note to readers: Hang in there. We’ll get through this. Because we’re stronger than they are.


What we can’t do now is forget…

The fresh headlines of a frantic world, pounding us daily with everything from politics to gunfire, tend to push stories aside pretty quickly in a routine news cycle.

For some, that’s okay. We see enough misery, right?

But there are victims, too, when stories get bumped into oblivion, and this time, we can’t let that happen.

Thousands of people in Lumberton and across Robeson County, N.C., are only now beginning to face the heartbreak of “Matthew-ravaged reality” that spawned historic floods yet to recede.

It’s not “just Lumberton,” of course. There are other places in the Carolinas, places like Kinston, Dunn, Whiteville on the northern side of the border, and Florence, North Myrtle Beach, Hilton Head and other usually-welcoming spots south. And, of course, you’ve got Haiti, Cuba and Florida and Georgia.

Few will deny, however, that Lumberton – my ‘adopted’ hometown, by the way – probably got it worse than anyone else on the U.S. side of the ocean, and for so many, the trouble is just emerging.

Streets and roads are still under water and will be for days, maybe weeks to come. Wading and boating rescuers start each day fearing that they’ll find more than just debris in the black, swirling Lumber River overflow.

“There’s gonna be bodies,” one distraught, displaced resident said through tears.

So unexpected and fast was the deluge that even the more level-headed protectors admit they’ll likely find many things they hope aren’t there.

Meanwhile, care for the living and displaced has to ramp up, and though scores of churches, businesses, organizations, first responders and volunteers are turning out to help with water distribution, food, shelter and all they can muster to replace what’s been lost forever, the time is going to come when most of them have to get back to their own lives.

And what then?

Thousands of folks in this beaten-down corner of the world have literally lost everything but the clothes on their backs. No home. No car. Nothing.

Most of them didn’t have any kind of insurance, so they haven’t got a smiling “good hands” or “on your side” agent to tell them everything will be fine. Yes, a degree of federal and state help will be available to many, but anyone who’s gone through government red tape knows that won’t happen quickly.

So it’s up to the rest of us to chip in, figuratively and literally, if there’s to be any ‘right now’ help, isn’t it?

The region will rebuild. We know enough about the grit and faith of Robeson County’s population to believe that it will happen, however long it takes.

But a little help from the rest of the warm and well-fed world will assure that resurrection.

Here’s a website where you can keep up with what develops and that will help guide you toward what is most-needed: .

You can also contribute to familiar charities, the Red Cross, Salvation Army and the like (and be sure to designate your donation for ‘Lumberton flood relief’).

Let’s let them know that we’re not going to forget. Nor will we just sit back and watch.

Note to readers: Here’s another site that can guide you to relief efforts: . Thanks in advance for your concern and consideration. Let’s get this done.


Lies, lies, everywhere lies.

Long-time CBS analyst Bob Schieffer said it best after Sunday night’s presidential debate: “It’s like this election is being held in a ‘banana republic’. It’s embarrassing.”

That the greatest country in the world is being fought over – notice I didn’t say ‘fought for’ – by the two major party candidates we have seems almost like we’re all in a bad dream, doesn’t it?

And because we’re all being bombarded in every form of social media, day in and day out, about one or the other of these candidates doesn’t help.

But it’s not just the national election. State and local contests are equally disgusting, with one candidate or the other telling absolute, bald-faced lies about the other and getting away with it.

A friend for whom I have absolute respect observes that he “can’t believe what’s going on in politics these days, and that we’re letting it happen.”

Lawsuit-worthy prevarications have been tossed about like it doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not. One truthful thing, for example, that Mr. Trump has said is that he can say or do anything and people are still going to vote for him.

That’s pretty well been proven, hasn’t it?

Personally, I can’t wait until November 9. Like so many of my friends with good common sense, I’m ready for whatever outcome just so all the crap is finally over. Though I’m sure, win or lose, either side won’t be quite ready to turn it loose and get on with the business of doing what is necessary to keep our cities, counties, states and country running.

Right now, honestly, the ‘losers’ are the ones who just want to see their own lives improve in some way, see their neighborhoods become closer and safer, see an obviously-broken government somehow right itself and get on with the business of fixing the many, many things that are out of whack, from flawed tax codes to health insurance to an education system that, in many ways, is less adequate than that in some third-world countries.

The sad thing is that many incumbent legislators, the very people who have let us down for so long, will waltz right back into office and very little will actually change, no matter who occupies 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Because there are far too many people who love to talk about how bad things are, but who won’t take the time to actually vote for any change.

In North Carolina and in Washington, they’ll re-elect professional politicians who have routinely dumped on senior citizens, the poor and the unemployed, while giving tax breaks to the top one percent and paid billions in ‘incentives’ for corporations that don’t much care about the little guys at all.

It’s no surprise that the $608 EpiPen has happened in this climate, or that folks who’ve had to buy a life-supporting prescription are now looking at a $100 price tag for a drug that, only a short while ago, cost a dollar.

Hopefully, more of America will wake up to the fact that they’ve possessed, for centuries, the most potent weapon against this kind of leadership. They’ll finally realize that their vote, if cast, does count.

Note to readers: Things political are avoided as much as possible in this space, but sometimes, well, one just has to vent. Come on back. We’ll still have fun.



Unless you’ve been through one, you don’t know.

The world shakes. The wind roars constantly. You hear loud thumps, bumps, crashes, glass breaking. It sounds like the world has exploded, only it doesn’t just start and stop but keeps on blowing up for what seems like hours.

And it’s all happening in the dark. Even if, minutes earlier, it was light.

If your shelter holds, you’re way luckier than you realize. Particularly when, after the maelstrom eases, you walk outside and see what God hath wrought.

People with no religion find themselves praying. Big, strong men realize, in the midst of it all, they’re shaking and wondering whether they’ll survive.

For most of the world, hurricanes are just something to watch on television. They see the meteorologists standing in front of studio maps, maybe outdoors leaning into the wind, jackets flapping, stuff blowing past them, and it’s like some special effects-laden show that’s been concocted for your entertainment.

But if you’ve ridden one out, you understand completely how defenseless and fragile life can be when the elements are unleashed.

Hurricane Matthew is now raking an American coastline that hasn’t seen anything this powerful in well over a decade.

Already, a death toll of hundreds has been reported in Haiti, a country that has lost thousands to natural disaster and is so beaten down your heart breaks just thinking about it.

Stalwart volunteers bearing the logos of the Salvation Army, the Red Cross, Samaritan’s Purse, scores of churches and civic organizations are headed toward the Florida, Georgia and Carolina coast, ready to console, feed, clothe or house anyone who needs their help.

EMS and Rescue squads, fire and police departments, National Guard troops are mustering by the hundreds to chip in and support their counterparts in cities and towns where chaos will be the order of the day for a while in the wake of the storm called Matthew.

Local, state and national officials are holding intermittent press conferences warning the foolish not to stick around their seaside homes, cautioning that property can be replaced, lives can’t.

Naturally there’ll be those who think they can overcome the odds, ride this thing out, have something to tell their grandchildren. A few might actually make it, but the odds are definitely against them.

They don’t know the meaning of, say, ‘storm surge’, where waves as high as your head can crash inland, leveling whatever stands in their path.

Meanwhile, the rest of us watch the news, see all those ‘spaghetti tracks’ the professionals say may or may not be Matthew’s route – some of which indicate this monster could even loop around and hit the same shores a second time.

From one who’s been there and done that, a single word of advice: run.

Maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll have a place to go back to.

Note to readers: Pray for the defenseless. Do whatever you can to support the relief agencies. Hope that common sense will prevail, and this will be just another notch in history and things will eventually return to normal.


Eat more ice cream, drink more beer.

October has always been one of those months that kind of revs you up, gets your endorphins stoked, makes you believe that all is not bad in the world and, of course, several big-time holidays are not far away.

So to get your month off right, here are a few notable things everyone should know:

Ice cream is good for you! No matter what anyone tells you. Aside from the obvious benefit of calcium and just plain goodness, ice cream is loaded with stuff like potassium, selenium, vitamins A, B12, D and K, and can actually work as an overall appetite suppressant if you’re trying to diet, plus it helps reduce your risks of hypertension, coronary heart disease and colorectal cancer!

You’re welcome, Ben and Jerry.

Beer is a mental stimulant! I tried to share this with a few friends during a class reunion this past weekend, but they didn’t really care. Most had a bottle in hand at the time. But did you know that most beers contain biotin and B vitamins, not to mention magnesium and phosphorus that helps reduce risk of stroke, certain cancers and can actually help stimulate your brain and counteract memory decline?

Chocolate is one of the best things you can eat! I’ve mentioned this before, but stuff like this always bears repeating. Chocolate, especially dark chocolate, is great for your heart, helps prevent coughs and can actually reduce cholesterol!

Drinking wine tops the list of the healthiest things you can do! Wine, particularly red wine, is an extremely beneficial anti-bacterial agent, reduces the risk of Alzheimer’s, has so many antioxidants it turns you into a disease-fighting machine and, of course, generally improves your outlook on life.

Coffee is one of nature’s great medicines! It can significantly reduce symptoms of asthma, strengthen your heart and circulatory system and is a constructive addition to weight-loss programs. But this is one of the coolest things about coffee: spiders hate it! You can sprinkle some grounds around an arachnid hangout and they’ll be gone within minutes!

Smoking pot is, like, okay, dude. Yes, you can’t do it where it’s illegal (like where I live), but extensive scientific research has pretty well established that marijuana is an excellent treatment for glaucoma, helps people with severe muscular problems and is used by some to relieve side effects of chemotherapy.

Sunshine is really good for you! We’re all getting slathered with sunscreen these days, but there is actually significant benefit to getting at least a little unfiltered, full-on sunshine, y’all. It is, after all, the ultimate source of Vitamin D, nature’s own antidepressant, immune system booster and bone-strengthener. Just always remember: sunshine good, sunburn bad, so ‘lay out’ in moderation, people.

So there you go. Quit fretting about “time flying” and impending cold weather and all those things October signals for so many, and look at the bright side!

Just enjoy life, for cryin’ out loud.

Note to readers: Hope you enjoyed this little ray of sunshine. Come on back, you hear?


Time for an escape…

With all the mayhem going on in the world these days, maybe you owe yourself an escape. And there’s no better place right now than the magic of a movie theater.

If you’re a fan of ‘stupid funny’ (a la “The Hangover” and such), few have a better grasp on idiocy than Zach Galifianakis, playing a ‘real life’ David Ghantt in “Masterminds,” a fast and loose sendup of the 1997 theft of $17 million in cash from the Loomis, Fargo & Company armored car vault in Charlotte, N.C.

The movie, in the can two years due to financial problems by Relativity Media, finally hits the screen with a PG-13 rating (unusual from folks who usually dial up R-rated raunch) and loaded with the kind of blatant goofiness that, despite its spearing of Southern stereotypes, comes across more outrageously funny than offensive in what amounts to a surprisingly gentle parody of the actual case.

Galifianakis plays David Ghantt, more a patsy than a planner in the second-largest cash heist in American bank-robbery history. The ‘mastermind’ behind the melee, in the movie’s take, is Steve Chambers (Owen Wilson), who choreographs the robbery and then plots to eliminate Ghantt in the aftermath.

Kristin Wiig plays Kelly Campbell, a former Ghantt coworker who uses her wiles to coax David to pull off the caper (way nicer than the real thing 20 years ago).

What made the robbery legendary was less the amount of money than the way the bumpkins who took it started their ‘redneck spending sprees’, all ultimately ending with catastrophe and capture, mostly due to ineptitude.

Directed by Jared Hess (“Napoleon Dynamite,” “Nacho Libre”) and written pretty much by committee, “Masterminds” serves up some spot-on hilarity and genuine escapism for anyone capable of leaving common sense at the door.

Now if it’s action you seek, you’ll likely be blown away by “Deepwater Horizon,” a film that provides the tragic backstory behind the infamous 2010 BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, an environmental disaster still being cleaned up to this day.

The Peter Berg-directed movie’s title is actually the name of the floating oil rig that exploded, killing 11 crew members as safety measures imploded on the massive deep-water drilling craft, creating a maelstrom that not only destroyed the ship-like vessel but allowed an estimated 200 million gallons of oil to escape into the gulf waters.

Mark Wahlberg portrays Mike Williams, an actual crew member credited with saving several lives in the explosion. Few actors can portray quiet heroics better than Wahlberg, and he shows those abilities in spades as, while almost mortally wounded himself, he helps shipmates escape the explosive inferno. He leads a cast that includes Kurt Russell, John Malkovich, Gina Rodriguez and Kate Hudson, but it’s the story, more than the characters, that propels “Deepwater Horizon.”

The film is an eye-opener in any number of ways, from the dramatic lead-up to the fiery blast to the chaos during and after what became one of the worst maritime disasters in history.

Mind-numbing special effects put the audience in the middle of it all, and it’s probably worth the few extra bucks to catch this one in iMax, if you’re wanting to commit fully to this PG-13 escape.

Also in theaters this weekend are “Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children,” Tim Burton’s take on the popular juvenile adventure book, and “Queen of Katwe,” a heartwarming look at the rise of young Ugandan chess prodigy Phiona Mutesi.

Note to readers: Have some fun. Get away from it all. Then come back next week?


It’s official. The world has gone mad.

A verse from a Phil Collins song rings steadily in my mind these days: “I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord.

Big things. Little things. My brother was trying to buy a newspaper at a CVS counter this morning, wanting to see what had been written about his hero Arnold Palmer, the golfing legend who slipped this mortal coil Sunday.

A couple stood in front of him and had a question that was going to require a manager’s answer, so he quietly put the money on the counter and told the clerk “I’m just getting a newspaper,” but when he picked it up the clerk said “I’m going to have to scan that, so you’ll need to wait.”

“I’m just getting a newspaper, that’s all,” he said.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait,” the clerk reiterated. A woman behind him said “Well, I think you’re being rude.” To my brother, not the clerk.

Not known for his patience, my brother observed “Is this how it’s going to be around here now?” It was a reference, more or less, to the civil unrest in Charlotte lately.

“Yes,” said the clerk, with something of a leer.

So instead of getting in a debate, he picked his money up, left the store and bought a paper at the Seven Eleven across the street, without any drama.

I won’t say who was white and who was black in the CVS exchange because, any other time than now, it would have been irrelevant.

What I will say, however, is that much of what has gone on locally during the past week has probably done more to damage than repair any social, racial or geopolitical rifts in the world. Just scroll through any social media and you’ll see what I mean. The vitriol is overwhelming.

Sadly, those we look to for leadership have done more to fan the flames than extinguish them. U.S. Rep. Robert Pittenger is now pretty much considered an idiot. Donald Trump keeps doing those things he does to make people madder. Hillary Clinton is routinely being painted as a cop-hater and God knows what else.

Yes, there have been people – of all races – who’ve walked up to police officers and given them hugs, handshakes, snacks, water, words of thanks. But we don’t see that nearly as much on the five o’clock news as we see people being grabbed, shoved, videos being replayed, that kind of thing.

I saw TV reporters interview three different ‘demonstrators’. One was from Ferguson, one from Florida, another from South Carolina.

The thing is, and this is coming from a career journalist, if they’d turn off the cameras and get back to reporting the rest of the news, this stuff in downtown Charlotte would be over in 24 hours, because most of the participants have become actors on a media-provided stage.

Then we could let the laws that we all live under write the ending to the story, as it should be.

The ‘statements’ have been made. Let’s all try to get back to the real world and keep on doing what most of us do, which is everything we can to get along and treat each other fairly.

Note to readers: Keep on keepin’ on, my friends. Come back when you can.


Black and blue.

Charlotte is bruised.

After two days of what politely might be called ‘civil unrest’, the largest city in North Carolina wakes up this morning sore and battered, its limbs aching as another day begins.

Has anyone learned anything from what has happened in the wake of the at-first peaceful protests, then pandemonium on the streets of a budding southern metropolis that, until now, was known as a “haven of harmony”?

“This has shown that violence doesn’t work. What we need is conversation,” one t-shirted protester told a TV news reporter in the wake of Wednesday night’s downtown rioting, which resulted in one person being critically wounded – apparently by another ‘protester’, a half-dozen police officers injured, 44 ‘agitators’ being arrested and thousands of dollars in property damage and theft from businesses.

Social media, as it does these days, not only helped fan the flames but acted as a beacon of sorts, mostly for lawbreakers who saw opportunity. All the crowd scenes and ranting of the late hours this week bore a few faces (NEWS FLASH: not all rioters were black. There were quite a few white faces in the crowd shots, too.) that, if you researched media footage, likely also popped up in, oh, Minneapolis or Philadelphia or Ferguson at one time or another.

The thing is, some protesters are actually legitimate, and any message they’ve been trying to share is effectively blotted out by the ne’er-do-wells in a matter of seconds.

Initially, peaceful demonstrations broadcast a message of the need for police and public communication in the wake of the Tuesday afternoon shooting death of 43-year-old Keith Lamont Scott in a residential neighborhood on the north side of town. Scott was shot by Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Officer Brentley Vinson, 26, on the force barely two years and the son of a retired Charlotte cop.

Vinson, other officers and civilian witnesses at the scene said Scott got out of his vehicle on Old Concord Road with a gun in his hand and, when ordered to put the gun down, apparently refused and was shot by Officer Vinson. Both Scott and Vinson are African-American, which should be irrelevant to the case but for this year’s massive publicity of black men being shot by police.

Within minutes of the incident, people who weren’t on the scene and were in no way connected to anything regarding the incident were transmitting blatantly false information on social media, ranging from the involved officer being white to Mr. Scott having a book, not a gun, in his hand.

“We didn’t find a book, we found a weapon,” CMPD Chief Kerr Putney has reported multiple times since the incident.

Putney and others have been vilified by many for not immediately releasing officer or ‘dash cam’ video of the incident. Those who know anything at all about law enforcement know that you don’t publish evidence until you are sure it is in context with the case, and that’s something you don’t accomplish in minutes. No one benefits by flames being fanned, regardless of your ‘side’ of the issue.

And now the mayor and governor and chief have summoned aid from the State Highway Patrol and N.C. National Guard to protect the streets of what is known as the “Queen City.” A ‘state of emergency’, it is called.

Hopefully that state will end quickly, the dialogue that sensible protesters have sought will move forward, and we’ll all learn the value of simple conversation between people on all sides of an issue that is, in truth and fact, the only way to iron out differences and move forward in today’s society.

Charlotte is a city of fundamentally good people. Soon, the rest of the world will know it.

Note to readers: As a Charlotte native who grew up in a law enforcement family and wore a badge, too, I see people hurting and damage on both sides. Truth will ultimately prevail and, we all hope and pray, wounds will be healed and some kind of good will come from all of it.


Lucky you.

Sure, some think it’s superstition. Things just don’t happen by chance, they say.

But hearken back to a pivotal moment in your life, say, when you made a career decision, chose a particular occupation or ‘calling’, maybe met that one person who would change your life.

Was it planned, or did it ‘just happen’? Was it, maybe, just pure luck?

Okay, you may not have had a rabbit’s foot in your pocket or, moments before, found and plucked a four-leaf clover; but you realize, sometime down the road, that if you had not been in that particular place at that special time, it’s possible that your whole life could have turned out differently.

Without a doubt, there are things that you carefully choreograph, things that you train for, things in your life that are meticulously mapped out, paths you aren’t likely to change, goals you are certain you’ll never abandon.

Then – Bam! – you’ll spot that person across the room, maybe bump into a complete stranger in a crowd, even stumble across something in a book (yes, people still read books) or online or on television or maybe in as inane a setting as the produce section of the grocery store and you think, “Wow.”

Only a select few will actually follow the ‘wow’, act on an impulse, abandon all that has been mapped out to that point to take a chance, plunge into something that is often entirely contrary to your original ‘life plan’.

We’re not talking about the kind of luck where you win a few dollars on a lottery ticket or cop a door prize or get pulled from an audience to be a magician’s patsy, rather we’re simply observing that for more people than you may realize, time, place and personality intersect for you and you alone.

Some call it ‘fate’, but that’s not really what it is at that moment. You weren’t destined to be at that intersection, you didn’t just step on a crack or knock on wood or break a mirror, maybe absently walk under a ladder.

Even for the most thought-out paths, we all have to admit that when we look back, some one thing occurred that probably jogged you one way or the other that produced results, good or bad, that weigh on or elevate your very existence today.

How many happily-married couples, for example, are quick to tell you that their first encounter was locking gazes across a room full of strangers?

Yes, lives and careers are most often 99 percent perspiration and one percent inspiration. But if you ask people you might be surprised how many will tell you about that one lucky moment that changed them forever.

And what’s really cool about it is that you may have been unlucky most of your life by your own estimation, only to have that once-in-a-lifetime chance encounter or ‘cosmic event’ tomorrow that makes all the bad go away.

You never know. Stranger things have happened, right?

Note to readers: I’m absolutely lucky that you chose to drop by here. Hope you’ll come back. Who knows what might happen next?