Is the phrase "Fateful Coincidence" an oxymoron? I think that on the surface of it, yes for sure. But I'm going to go ahead and use it anyway. I've blogged about fateful coincidences in my life before; Now I have got another good one which serves both as a nice little bookend to the post I just linked to, and allows me to go into the latest bit of news quite nicely.
Now, to be clear, when I say coincidence I mean coincidence. People, objects, and events are like pool balls on the pool table of time. An infinitely large pool table with billions of balls, where everything just careens around and bangs off each other until you're knocked into a side pocket. I don't need greater explanations of why things happen, good or bad, than that. And by fateful, I mean fate as it appears in the rear view mirror. A person's trajectory can appear to have meaning in the background because you can only see a trail once you've blazed it. Ok, enough of the clunky mixed metaphors and onto my latest epiphany of a fateful coincidence.
Back in '96, when I realized I needed to get out of town to seek my fame and fortune, I was pretty cash poor. Well that's misleading... I didn't have anything of value, I was just poor. My plan was to get a bus ticket to Bellingham, WA just north of Seattle and then from there a ferry ride up to Petersberg, Alaska. Those tickets were expensive enough on their own, but I also had to survive for a month or two up there before I'd get paid by the fishing cannery. So, having thrown myself all in, I sold my entire CD collection, about 200 CDs for $800. I sold them to Tom, the owner of the then relatively recently opened Main Street Jukebox. Now, I don't know if you young whippersnappers can appreciate this, but back in '96, $800 was a lot of money. I took it right up the street to Alice's Travel Agency, and bought a Greyhound bus ticket all the way to Bellingham for $88. If it hadn't have been for Tom, I would have had a lot of trouble trying to scrap together enough cash to begin what was to become my fantastic ten years of travel.
What makes this a fateful coincidence? Well that's my news. Tom is hosting my travel photography at the Main Street Jukebox for the month of April! It's my first show, possibly my last, and it makes quite a nice little wrap up to my adventure. My opening is on Saturday April 4th, and there is also a great musician by the name of Nicole Erin Carey playing at 7:00pm. I'm not sure what time I'll be there, probably around 6, but you're welcome to stop in whenever; then or anytime during the month of April. I've spent the last few weeks matting and framing about 30 pictures of mine, the ones I put in my typepad portfolio in fact, and obviously those will be the ones on display. I'm contemplating selling them as well, but I'm hesitant as setting myself up for disappointment is something I generally try to avoid. It's cool enough for me that someone is willing to hang them up!
Now, the best part of this fateful coincidence doesn't stop there. There's more. Alice's Travel Agency? Alice is Alice Luongo, the fabulous mother of the fantastic Julie Luongo, author and artist extraordinaire, love of my life, and also the person who has been nagging me for well over a year to print out some of my photos and try to get them displayed somewhere. Back in '96, do you know what Julie was doing? Working in her mother's shop, is what! It was a long time ago, but I'm positive that the person who sold me my bus ticket was a young pretty girl, and Julie assures me that she was the only young pretty girl working there at the time... Well, you can do the math. Ain't the fateful coincidence game grand?
My basement framing studio.