The strangest thing happened the other day on the way to Newton. I’m in Westwood and I get a call from Stu, but I’m too busy trying not to get lost, so I don’t answer. As I’m getting towards the 95 South onramp in the right lane Stu pulls up next to me on the left. I look over and he’s got his window down and he says “zzzup dude.”
“Holy shit, what the fuck?!” I yelled back at him as I rolled my window down. I asked him what he was doing, and he held up his GPS and said “cache.”
He asked me what I was doing. I told him I was going to a doctor’s appointment. Not nearly as fun and interesting.
So I pulled onto the exit and thought to myself how strange of a situation that was. But…that’s not the end of the story.
I talked to Stu tonight about it, and he said that he was on 109 earlier that same day and he saw someone in a white Taurus (the same as mine) going west (thank you for the correction Stu, I knew I was missing a key element here). He thought it was me at first, but it wasn’t. Then on his way to West Roxbury he ended up behind me going east.
It reminded me of what happened a few years ago after Bonnaroo in Tennessee. The night before we left, we kept saying we should meet in Maryland and stay at the same hotel. The next day we didn’t make it to Maryland. We didn’t talk to Stu and his buds on the way back, we forgot about the whole Maryland idea completely. As it got dark we made a random decision to stop at a Red Roof Inn somewhere in Virginia (correct me if I’m wrong about the location).
We get to the room and I’m waiting for Matt to unlock the door, and in the corner of my right eye I see a familiar silhouette through the window. I’m thinking I’m having some kind of Bonnaroo after effect or something when the door next to me swings open and Stu is standing there with a big grin on his face.
“What the fuck?” I can’t believe what I’n seeing. Of all the places that we could stop up the east coast from Tennessee to Massachusetts, we stop at the same damn Red Roof Inn. Not only that, but in the room right next to him.
That week was unreal. Every aspect of the trip came together perfectly like a large jigsaw puzzle. In the core of the week the puzzle was completed as a whole, and in the later days the pieces broke and dispersed in different directions and continued that way until now. Now they have stopped and they will begin to slowly come back together. As the pieces grow closer, the signs grow more potent.
Everything is connected. There are no coincidences.