Twenty-seven years ago I was in a friend’s apartment attending my very first ever concom meeting. We were working on Capricon 13, I think. In the room were many mighty names of Chicago fandom: Alice Bentley, Bill Higgins, Phil Foglio, Dina Krause, Amy Schaefer, and three more venerables whose names I’m trying to dredge out of the brain-ooze. (If you are one of them, hollaback in the comments!) They were core members of the 49th Ward Regular Fandom science fiction gang (home to George RR Martin and other weird-looking guys just out of college) so little things like surreal coincidence meant nothing to them.
I was more easily impressed.
Nine of us set out to order pizza. I was thinking, So this is a committee! Wow. I wonder how it works.
It turned out that all of us loved anchovies on our pizza.
That’s not a coincidence. That’s some kind of googleplexity of the unlikely. It’s practically spiritual.
I’ve never again been on a committee that worked quite that well.
Five hours ago I was in that very same apartment helping Alice and her mother-in-law pack up some chachkes for The Brown Elephant charity resale shop. We were hungry. We ordered…pizza with anchovies.
I’m scanning the sky for large heavenly bodies on collision course.
What’s the best coincidence that ever happened for you?