Darrin's Story
Providential Synchronicity
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I lose track of time on our drive from Maine to Florida.
It seems like a week or a month ago that I visited with Darrin, the son of Leroy, my best friend decades ago at the gas company in Casper, Wyoming. Leroy has been gone six years now. I had the chance to meet Darrin for the first time during our visit Friday at the gracious home of Leroy’s widow, Michel, in hills of Fairfield, Virginia.
It turns out that Providence, Rhode Island, plays a pivotal role in Darrin’s and my stories, but in reverse direction. Funny how things work out. It’s too complicated to write about here in Pebbles as we approach Lake City, Florida, after a long day on the road.
We stopped at a Dunkin in Walterboro, South Carolina, this morning to visit with a Harvard Business School buddy of mine, Jim Kindley, who lives close enough to I-95 to meet us for a mini-reunion. We agreed that the best recipe for aging well is to keep learning.
In Lake City we will spend two nights at the home of Darlene’s sister Gail and husband Dan.
We have an itinerary, a plan, and a car that drives itself. That leaves plenty of time and space for serendipity to nudge us this way and that.
For example, we checked into the Marriott Residence Inn last night in Florence, South Carolina, in time to notice a sign for the 21st Pecan Festival. It was ending in an hour, so we hopped back in the car and drove downtown.
What a scene! Blocks and blocks of good food, stuff to buy, and more ways of eating pecans than you could shake an Apple Watch wallet at.
Time to wrap this up, 10 miles from our next adventure.
I remember Leroy and Michele--lovely people.