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I work in Barrio Logan, and I am a creature of habit. I leave my house at the same time every morning and stop at a convenience store on the way into work for a coffee. Well, today my store was closed which is unusual but I figured my guy who works the counter needed a day off. I hear he operates the store alone 7 days a week right now. Bummed I couldn't snag a $1.00 coffee, I reluctantly drove down the street and got a coffee at a local spot.
Coffee in hand, I am making a left hand turn where I see someone waiting at the red light in an old Ford van. This van has cute rounded edges and looks like a submarine on wheels. This isn't the first time I have seen this van. In fact, I have craned my neck to look at this van before. I have seen this van probably 6 or 7 times since working in the neighborhood and it is a classic.
Today, I wrapped up e-mails up and was able to clock out right at 4:30. I make my way to my car, back up, and head out of the parking lot. As I check my rear view mirror, I see the old van make it's way up to the light as I make my turn. Twice in one day, I think that is a first.
Why does time and place seem to have a funny way of working? If I had left 2 minutes later, I wouldn't have seen the old van again. Yet, I was blessed to see it once again in all of it's 1960's glory.
This is an ode to timing.
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