Angel Number & More

A foxnews.com article by Nicole Pelletiere focuses on Angel Numbers, a term I’d not heard until today. Here are excerpts, edited by yours truly: “many believe angels send signs and communicate with us by way of these figures… they may be patterns that show up again and again on a license plate, in the time on a clock, in the total due on a restaurant check… Lent lasts 40 days and 40 nights. Moses led the Israelites for 40 years in the wilderness. In Noah’s time, rain fell for 40 days to flood the earth. Goliath was defeated by David after he had challenged the Israelites for 40 days. Ascension Thursday comes 40 days after Easter.” Although I’ve always been fascinated by similar occurences, I’ve never believed they were more than coincidence. The one I will always recall, and which I’ve used in one of my novels, is having lived in apartment 3B of 179 Gelston Avenue, circa 1980, and finding out a woman I was nuts about had lived in the adjoining 3C years earlier. I wondered if it meant there would always be a wall between us and, in time, I came to realize the wall was me, as she gave me several chances. Photo from Google Images:

A pat on the back to anyone who guesses the identity of this 89-year-old. Answer below.

FN headline: “SUSPICIOUS DEATH: Another Russian businessman who criticized Putin turns up dead.” The modern Vlad the Impaler strikes again.

Also from FN, a sad win for the good guys: “Detroit tow truck driver with concealed carry license fends off robber, shoots and kills man.”

Sorrowful headline from nypost.com: “Looters ransack snowbound Buffalo with cops stuck elsewhere.” We all sin, but sometimes…, brother.

I’ve ordered the second proof copy of my latest book, Coincidence, a novella. It contains a bit of numerology. Since I added at least 500 words, I expect there will be errors that will necessitate a third proof. It’s now more than 24,000 words. Still only an hour or so read.

The woman in the photo from GI is Joan Collins. Doesn’t seem possible.

Today’s session of the floating book shop was tough but worthwhile. Although the temperature was higher, the lack of sunshine made it feel little different than the last few cold days. I spent most of the time seated in my car. I observed a man pull his SUV, Pennsylvania plate, beside the one in front of me, take the Delaware plate off that one and replace it with another from Pennsylvania. I wonder what that was all about… My thanks to the woman who bought a handsome pictorial in Hebrew and English, and to the gentleman who purchased a book in Russian; and to the woman who took home three; and to the woman who selected another plus a novel by Anne Tyler whose title escapes me; and to the woman who donated three books in Russian. Spasibo.

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