Yesterday at work, I had a conversation with one of my colleagues about my recent visit to Florida to see my parents. I have mentioned recently that my parent are petty old? That they are kind of stuck in their ways? Not open to new experiences like maybe watching something other than westerns like Bonanza, The Lawman, or anything non-John Wayne-related ?
The conversation moved towards some of the old shows from the 1950’s and ’60s that were popular, and how The Virginian was a real favorite. “Q” says “What was the name of the guy that was in the Rifleman? I loved that show! You know the one I’m talking about .. quick Google it so I don’t go crazy trying to remember his name.”
Courtesy of Google, I now had all of the info on the Rifleman, and we both agreed that Chuck Connors was “THE MAN” and how we both had enjoyed watching the show as kids.
The conversation moved on, the phone started ringing, and voila! back to work and not giving much thought to the conversation.
Fast forward about 10 hours.
When I got home, I fired up the laptop and checked e-mail, deleted spam postings from the blog, played a game of Scrabble on Facebook, and went to look around on my Tumblr accounts. I love Tumblr. Its fun to follow someone, see where they are going with their art, photography, writing, etc.
Zipping through Tumblr rather quickly, I skid to stop as this photograph popped in my feed:
Precognition? or Happenstance? I don’t know. It is just plain weird!