A Brief Note of Serendipity

In the coolest iPod moment I’ve had since I moved here, last night as I entered the 181st Street subway station, ready to start my evening, the iPod suddenly started playing “Here Come Cowboys” by the Psychedelic Furs. (I was wearing my best hat and boots, too.) Then, while I was taking the A train south, damned if I didn’t hear Duke Ellington’s “Take the A Train,” just as I was passing through Harlem. The only thing that would have made it more perfect is if, at some point during the trip, I’d heard “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” But I figure, just give it time. As dependent as I’ve become on my iPod, it’s only a matter of time before I get some other temptingly meaningful-seeming musical coincidence to report. And thanks to my trip this summer, I now know to describe such a moment as “Celestine-Prophecy-esque.” (After all, if it wasn’t meaningful, why did God let it happen? Answer me that, Mister Skeptic!)