What are the odds, I am running late, I go into the subway station, I select the car that will be the best for my transfer and after finding a seat the guy across recognizes me. The great pianist composer Mark Critchley who lives in Vancouver. He just flew for a funeral, he just got on the subway from the airport. Does this mean in every other car on this subway there are other impossible to imagine people I know ready to run into me?
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