Friday, September 03, 2010
Department of Small Miracles
I recently received an email from one Cormac Keane of Edinburgh announcing that he had found my missing black notebook on his flight to France. I didn't dare to blog about the potential recovery of my ancillary memory storage device (AKA my paper brain) for fear of jinxing its return ... but look what awaited me when I returned home last night. Mr. Keane discovered the notebook exactly where I'd left it, in the pocket of the airplane seat in front of where I sat. I'm suddenly thankful that airlines no longer clean their vehicles.
Though I had inscribed in the notebook the offer of a monetary reward for its return, Mr. Keane insists that I give him a book of any genre, so long as it "changed my thinking or views significantly." THAT is not an easy charge and will require some rumination. What would you send if someone asked you for such a book?
Sadly, the notebook does not hold any new additions that might give an account of its life in a filthy BA Airbus 300. It may have traveled thousands of miles. I'll never know, but I'm happy to have the notebook returned ... even if the abecedarium I thought was close to completion inside turns out not to be nearly so finished.