Funny thing about being a writer: everywhere you go, you see story. We look for connections.
I noticed a street sign driving, for example, that said 38th. I just turned 42, so I drove on until I found my number.
42nd and Columbus. Hmm, what is the connection? A seeker of story looks for random tidbits of life and wonders about connections.
Whether there is one remains to be seen, but I’ll keep looking.
Columbus explored, I explore within the perimeter of the placeholding of 42 in my years.
I’ll stop, ponder, photograph and notice the world around me. That in itself is enough. My story includes looking deeper. A common street sign produces uncommon reflection.