Thursday, December 24, 2015

A MIRACULOUS REUNION

Now comes one of those feel-good stories you only
read about on Facebook or in the Reader's Digest.

In the 1980s or 1990s there was a cartoon of a
helmeted astronaut at the door of his landing
module, making a report of his first impressions 

to headquarters back on Earth while looking out 
at a barren planet. Barren except for one thing: 
Next to the spaceship was what looked like a 
gargantuan heap of laundry. The caption read:
Houston. We have found the missing socks.
As some of you know, I am for the time being living
between Copenhagen and Paris. Like most people,
I suppose, I have orphan socks that I hesitate to throw
away — in both places. (That is, I am determined to
throw them away until… the last second — at which time
I relent, reckoning, I may just run into that other sock
within a day or two.) The last time I was in Denmark,
I thought, I will take my half dozen orphan socks from
Copenhagen to France, and see if any good news would
transpire.

After 13 hours on the highways of Denmark, Germany,
Belgium, and France (not to forget the 45-minute ferry ride),
I arrived in Paris. Lo and behold, one of the orphan socks
from one country was an exact match with one orphan sock
from the other, separated by 1208 km (the exact distance
from my place in one city to that in the other).

If that ain't a miracle, I ask you, what is?!



Merry Christmas to one and to all!