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It just happened, you know?
One of those serendipitous coincidences that occur when planets line
up or you foolishly store oily rags together. It just … happened.
Ardis Richardson was looking through
the Soup ‘R Market for an egg beater for her mom. Not the electric
kind. The turn-the-handle kind. She picked one up and tried it out,
causing the friendly little metallic whir that good egg beaters
make. What was serendipitous, however, was Anita Campbell not six
feet away in the next row thumping pumpkins. As Anita thumped and
Ardis whirred, they got in time with each other and Sarah McKinley
was checking out kitchen timers and gave one a friendly ding. This
got the thumper and whirrer going even more enthusiastically and
caused the market’s owner, Annette George, to walk over to the three
percussionists, grin, and pick up a brand-new stainless steel
funnel, purse her lips, and begin to blow a blues tune on it. It was
okay, since she owned the store.
Annette, it turns out, played trombone
back in high school. While
she was bluesing and Anita was thumping and Sarah was dinging and
Ardis was whirring, a kind of blissful harmony began and filled the
vegetable aisle with music.
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When they finally
stopped, and between gales of laughter, Annette said she could put a
regular trumpet mouthpiece in the funnel and get a better tone.
Anita said not to say anything to her husband, Dud, as he thought
his accordion playing was the only music in the family.
They agreed to get together each Wednesday afternoon and practice
until they got good enough for a concert.
But they never did.
Serendipity just … happens … in its own good time.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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