Oftentimes, it seems that things
don’t work out right. We hear about people who have missed a bus or a phone call
possibly by just seconds. I heard once about someone who stood in line for 8
hours in an effort to have 60 seconds in front of a performance artist in the
basement of the New York public library—the guard put his arm down in front of
her signifying that the person in front of her would be the last person to gain
such an audience. She took this disappointment and wrote about it. I’ll write, too.
