Have you ever won the lottery? Neither have I But then, what are the chances? Still, there are things in my life Yours too, I'm sure Extraordinary chances against impossible Odds Recurring with more than expected Frequency. Enough to make you think If only for a minute “What the hell is going on? ” I'll give you one example One of many it seems: It was summer Sometime in the early seventies I was perhaps 13 or 14, A hot day Driving around My parents, my grandfather, and I Seeking out the old farm Where Gramps grew up as a boy. As the countryside became familiar He recollected the times That pa**ed him by And one in particular stood out in his Mind. He and a buddy named Poorman Saved up their pennies Took a train to the big city Cleveland To see the greatest show of the day Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show. That was awhile back of course About the turn of the 19th century Before the horrible war Destroyed what had once been Noble and pure in many a young boy's Heart. Now the road twisted, my Grandfather, excited, directed us on —The gateway to his past— Down this road, up this hill Turn left, turn right And one final gravel mud-rut road That hadn't changed for a hundred years. We got out of the car Proceeded to walk toward an old, but Still functioning barn This was the place, he said This was home. Two old farmers were standing idly by Chatting by a fence as we Approached Gramps squinted and walked up to The tall, lean, gray-grizzled figure “Is that you? ” “Irl? ” My grandfather chuckled in that Wonderful, warm, content-with-life Way he had. They shook hands gleefully. Gramps turned and said This is the Mr. Poorman I was telling you about. Now you might think it Quite a coincidence To find the very man here Some 60 odd years later. Indeed it might have been just a Coincidence We could easily brush aside And say, “Isn't that something.” But that is not the end of the story. Poorman looked at us kindly A bewildered smile upon his face “I was just telling George here, ” he said “As you were driving up how me and Irl once took a train to Cleveland and saw Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show.” Now, I ask you, you who've never won The lottery, how many times has it Happened to you, the serendipitous Moment that can't be explained And all we dare say is, “Isn't that Something? ”