While driving around the Italian countryside in our rental car last week, Mrs. McCain and I occasionally turned on the radio and dialed through the stations, rarely finding anything to listen to. On one occasion, however, the Steve Miller song Space Cowboy came on. I cranked up the volume and enjoyed the incongruity of it.
On returning home, after 24 hours and various connecting flights from Milan to Spokane, I was badly in need of a shower. I turned the water on hot, stepped in, and then turned on our radio-on-a-rope, tuned into our favorite Spokane station — 99.9. And guess what song was coming over the airwaves? That’s right, Space Cowboy. “I’m a picker, I’m a grinner, I’m a lover, and I’m a sinner….”
Chesterton said coincidences are God’s puns, which is clever, but I like to think of them more as God’s postcards, and this one got forwarded from Italy to Spokane.
The YouTube clip shows a more aged Gangster of Love playing a benefit solo acoustic version at a Seattle radio station.
I think if I was ever on a desert island this would be one of the ten records I'd be most happy to never have to hear again. And I'm not all that impressed with the coincidence.
But I love coincidences in general and I think it was a link to a Simon & Garfunkel you tube clip that originally brought me to this site.
Regards to Mrs McCain.
Sweet Sister Mary Francis, you went to Milan and this is all your readers get? YOU ARE A BLOGGER. YOUR LIFE IS NOT YOUR OWN.
I know, I know. Like I’ve said, many times (or at least once) before: I’m a bad blogger.
I like anonymous’s reversal of the desert-island disc idea. Were I to wash ashore on a desert island, I’d be relieved to not have to read anymore anonymous comments dissing me.
Correction: the song is actually called The Joker.