CALL ME SNAKE

You never know how the threads of life will cross and tangle. Last week I wrote about the demise of the Lucky Shop–a Chinese knicknack store outside of Central Square that my children were quite fond of. A day or so later, a friend (my handball partner )called me, trying to find someone to help him move some heavy cabinets. As I’m not up to heavy lifting, I gave him the number of a friend of mine in the moving business. Later today, I walked past the Lucky Shop which might have been open for the last day. My friend (the handball guy) was in front, moving stuff into his store. It turns out a friend of his had loaned the cabinets in question to the Lucky Shop and with them going out of business he had to do something with them. I had tried to find someone to help him with the cabinets without realizing they were sitting inside the Lucky Shop. I went inside the store and got one last look. I don’t suppose you’d call that luck exactly, but it was a coincidence.