"There
is no such thing as a coincidence." Or so Rule 39 of Special
Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs on NCIS states. I am offering these two
things that happened recently as evidence to the contrary. ;-)
1.
When I finished The Soul of an Octopus: a Surprising Exploration
into the Wonder of Consciousness, by Sy Montgomery, I went on to
work one of the Codeword Puzzles I enjoy and for the first time ever
the word octopus was used.
I
learned a lot from this book, including that octopi is
incorrect! The proper plural is octopuses! And, while I did know
they were highly intelligent, I did not realize there was such a
variety of personalities. This is a wonderful, charming and
informational read. Thanks to Char for the recommendation.
2.
I was reading the book John
Beargrease: Legend of Minnesota's North Shore,
by
Daniel Lancaster. (John Beargrease delivered mail using a dog team).
(I first read about him in the book about the blind musher who ran
the Iditarod which I will include in a later post). I was talking to
Riding Reader. The news was on, but muted, when the question was
asked 'Does the Iditarod start this weekend?' (this was Sunday
night). I said 'no, that was in March, but it might be the Yukon
Quest' ... but no, it was too early for that, too ... so just being
funny (I thought) I said 'maybe it's the John Beargrease Dog Race'
... and it was!!! On national news yet. In past years it's been hard
to even find much on the Iditarod, let alone any of the other races.
I hope this means a change in coverage.
The
author did a great job on this book, putting together a biography of
the man who delivered the mail along Lake Superior in the late
1800's. In the nice weather this was done by boat but in the winter
months the only way to get to the many remote towns was by dog team.
It's hard for us today to understand just how important this contact
with letters, newspapers and local news was. The dogs wore bells,
partially to spook away moose and wolves, but also to announce they
were coming so the townsfolk could gather. John Beargrease was also
there when there was a newer, faster way to deliver the mail, too.
Better roads, well, actual roads instead of trails, allowed for the
use of a horse! Today there is an annual race honoring this man: The
John Beargrease Sled Dog Marathon. It's about 390 miles long and is
a qualifying race for the Iditarod.
So,
either Gibbs is wrong or I'm channeling Rod Serling. And, since
things often seem to come in threes is there one more? :-)
Reading
Hermit With Dog