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Rob's (and my) friend Patty came to town to be in the latest reading of his musical Vanishing Point, which played on Sunday evening to a delighted audience. Patty is a charmingly thoughtful and spiritual person (who incidentally shone in her role of Agatha Christie). We had lunch together on the day of the performance, where she mentioned an interesting thing she had once heard: that if one encounters a feather on the ground while one is walking, it was a sign from the universe that one is on the right path in life.

The next day, I was walking down the street and was fortunate enough to see three feathers. In the midst of my elation over the universe's tacit approval of my current life course, I stopped to take a closer look. The three feathers were lying quite close to each other on the pavement. In fact, I noticed, they were joined together. A triple blessing?

Then I saw that the feathers were connected through a raw, bloody piece of flesh that had clearly been painfully ripped from an innocent pigeon.

Clearly this is an omen that I should not look for any further omens.