I was frantic today to find someone good to take care of my cats while I go to Florida. Then it hit me: it was Thanksgiving 1971 when a friend who had been looking for a pretext to introduce us anyway thought she had found it in the fact that Jacques Sandulescu was going away for Thanksgiving and needed someone to feed his cats.
Unfortunately, I was also going away for Thanksgiving and needed someone to feed my cats. So that didn’t work out. We wouldn’t meet till the following March. But I did exchange a few words with this exotic character on the phone. Since he was from Transylvania and had a rich accent, I imagined him in a black cloak, looking suave and smoldering like Dracula. (In reality, he looked more like Frankenstein if the operation had been a smashing success.)
Thirty-nine years later, and I’m STILL looking for someone to feed my cats. Different cats. Same problem. Full circle.
First contact to last: exactly 39 years.
P.S.: I found someone to feed the cats.