I do realize that the stuff we call amazing coincidences are often, in fact, not all that unlikely. Still, coincidences FEEL amazing. Thursday around lunch time, I was getting some Mongolian barbecue at a restaurant in the Charlotte airport when I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I turned around and two customers behind me was Michael, one of my best childhood friends in Cleveland, a guy I have seen, maybe, three times in the last thirty years.

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