Kismet

As we bask in the glow of Irish heritage, Guinness, Bailey's, and leprechauns, I was reminded of Andrew's dream of herding sheep and perhaps experiencing Ireland on other forms of greatness, as James Joyce once did. Ne'er you mind writing and sheep herding is the avenue to monetary richness, but perhaps Andrew and my mother's recent experience reflects something even more.
Andrew visits his grandmother for some TLC, a good meal, and in the case of last Thursday, the dire need for new shoes. Ad grandma's do, she gathered him up and headed to Fells Point, where they visited a tennis shoe store of grand proportions. It was the perfect place to go-shoes range from 20-100 and they were looking in the low end range. They were greeted by a very pleasant woman behind the counter, who was more than happy to help them find the perfect pair for 30.00. As she stepped around the counter, she seemed to have disappeared. As she reappeared on the other side, it was obvious she was a little person and in fact someone both Andrew and my mother sort of recognized(I suppose ayou would remember a little person). She took them to the discount area and there among the blue, white, athletic and canvas shoes you see every day was bright white tennis shoes with 100 dollar bills all over them.
It was the unusual that attracted Andrew. It was also, as they walked out of the store and realized it was Charla from the Amazing Race (she appeared in 2 seasons) that this was kismet. That they were meant to find shoes with dollar bills on them from a woman as small as a leprechaun who travelled the world.
Here's to sheep herding and writing the great American novel in Dublin.