I was chatting to a couple of colleagues earlier today, talking about where our last names came from and one of them explained that her grandfather’s grandfather had left Poland to escape the troubles of Eastern Europe and headed for America.
Unfortunately, the boat stopped off in London, he got off and that ended his journey to the USA. As she related the tale, I was immediately reminded of Alex Cohen in The Bowery Slugger (cheesy connection, I know) and I shared his story with her. I mention this because it is fresh in mind, but also because my colleague’s response was really interesting: she was pleased her ancestor had made a basic mistake of geography otherwise she would not exist.
Every breath we take creates an infinite set of possibilities and shuts down a different infinity of nothingness. A love an existential moment in the morning…
