

Here’s a synchronicity tale sent to a friend, who forwarded it to us. It reminded me of the sort of things I used to do many years ago…back when the Sixties blurred into the Seventies, and it was still the Sixties. – Rob
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My first year at college, I had a friend with whom I experimented with . . . substances.
One particular night we went on a merry adventure through campus, just kind of poking around in our altered state, marveling at the orange glow of the sodium vapor lamps, the waxy wonderment of the magnolia leaves, the still silence of our island in the midst of Los Angeles.
On the way back to the dorm, we found a pile of bricks being used for a repair job on one of the buildings. For some reason, we picked one up and carried it back toward our dorm. Things happened. We philosophized. The sun started to come up. We were hungry. We ransacked one of our suite kitchens, and found a box of Life cereal.
I went to my room and grabbed my camera. By the time we got back outside, it was light enough for me to take some pictures. My friend was gorging himself on Life cereal, having a good time, enjoying . . . life! At some point, I took a picture of him, looking blissed out, holding the brick in one hand and a box of Life cereal in the other.
Fast forward six months later. I had returned home for the summer, taking with me all of my stuff, including several rolls of undeveloped film. Since my father was an air force retiree, I could get my pictures developed on base for cheap, so I took all of my exposed rolls to the BX (base exchange). When I got the pictures back several days later, I looked through them all, laughed at the brick and Life photo, and headed to one of my best friends’ house.
When I got there I found him with a girl we had gone to school with. She was a few years behind us, but had become friends with my buddy sometime over the past year. They were both commiserating over having lost a boyfriend/girlfriend. I shared my “college pics” with them, and at one point their mouths fell open and they just stared first at each other, then at me, before bursting out into hysterical laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
They showed me the brick and Life photo.
“Yeah?”
They then explained that, not a minute before I walked into the house, in the course of their complaining about how love had done them wrong, Tim had exclaimed that life was just so hard right then, as hard as a brick, and Ramona had said, “Yeah, life IS a brick.”
And then they had seen my photo. Now what are the odds of THAT??
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Strange, but true department:
Heard on (U.S.) National Public Radio:
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