Walking into the pet store store Saturday, one of my favorite all-time Soul tunes was
on their music system: "Open the Door to Your Heart" by Darrell Banks (Revilot Records, 1966). You might not say that Banks was a brilliant vocalist, or that the song is
remarkable, but could that guy emote. What a joy to hear it at random.
It was also just by chance that Gina and I ended up at a great restaurant following a meeting she had in Tacoma. Next door to the coffee place where she met with her webmeister was an interesting looking restaurant (Asado's, on Sixth Street) with one end of the building open. The steak there was out of this world--it ended up being one of our favorite discoveries. So then, a week later, I've got a Seattle sports radio talk show on in the background, but not really listening because they were hyping the over-hyped phenomenon known as football, and I was too lazy to get up and change the station. Somehow I heard someone mention Asado's in Tacoma and how the steak there was fantastic. What are the odds of going out for dinner infrequently but catching raves (it wasn't a recorded or live ad, just a mention) about the same place on the radio?
I had Hank Williams on the car stereo and was out doing some errands Friday. I was grocery shopping and a woman older than me--perhaps Hank was from her favorite era of music--returned her grocery cart to the bunch about the same time I did. She was slightly hunched over, but still walking briskly. I watched her walk back to her car at the same time I returned to mine. But there was no car. She was putting on a helmet and jumped on a motorcycle with (presumably) her husband driving. Pretty cool--and so much for stereotypes. I got to catch a fun sight...at random.