Be Present When Serendipity Strikes
It was a flight like dozens of others I’d taken in the summertime: delayed due to thunderstorms, with the prospect of climbing into bed much later than planned. When I finally boarded the flight from Nashville after a day’s work on our campaign to save Music Row, it barely registered that my two seatmates had stashed guitars in the luggage bin. This was Nashville, after all. I mumbled a couple of hellos, and promptly fell into my customary power nap. Waking up thirty minutes later, my laptop was opened as I started work on a project that was overdue. Only after returning to my seat later in the flight did I exchange real conversation with the woman seated in the middle seat, between her boyfriend and me. I asked what type of guitar she played. She replied, “One’s a harp guitar and the other is a flamenco guitar.” Bing! I suddenly woke up. Harp guitars are pretty esoteric instruments, and those who play them approach their music with religious zeal. They also tend to be …
