A tale of two Wilson's
It's an odd reality within which I currently find myself:
There's an old saying which goes see a penny,pick it up, and all the day you'll have good luck. It's an odd meme which I took to exploring one day when I was strolling through the woods at a nearby National Trust property and found two pennies in my coat pocket. Thinking that perhaps somebody else wandering through the woods would appreciate some impromptu luck I threw one away. So after contemplating my own luck for a short while I threw the other away.
As with all memory, this incident had lain dormant in my mind for some time. Last night I heard a voice asking about the motives behind it. I was not at all dismayed when the voice took on the characteristics of Tony Wilson, and for a while we conversed on the nature of luck. But it's less than an hour ago that I discovered the news that Tony died on Friday. I can't help wondering about the connection to my current level of sanity.
Precisely on the day I seeded my lucky pennies, I visited a nearby mill. I was somewhat startled when I found myself sharing the experience with Mr Anthony Wilson himself. Now that's what I call synchronicity.