LAST MINUTE MUSINGS: Whatís in a number?
Not too much at all
In a past life, I was a sports editor. When Iím not working, or even when I am, Iím thinking about sports, specifically the facts, figures and trivia of it all.
Numbers like 56, 23 and 5 all have meaning, whether they indicate hitting streaks, jersey numbers or number of NCAA titles won by my favorite college basketball team.
When I notice some of those magical digits in my daily life, I canít help but smile.
And so I took it as a good sign when I sold some stuff to Half Price Books Tuesday and got $33 back.
All right, Larry Legend!
If you take in some old books, movies and games and get Larry Bird out of it, that has to be a good sign, right?
As I put the cash in my wallet, I looked out the front window and my greedy grin faded.
Rain. Buckets of it.
Unfortunately, I had to make it back to work through that storm so I ventured out against my better judgment.
As I approached downtown Plainfield, the rain was at its worst. My truck sits high, so I didnít worry too much about the standing water until I heard a ďDINGĒ and notice the ďCheck GaugesĒ light on my dash.
Glancing around, I finally noticed that the battery gauge was all the way to the left, indicating a low battery.
I tried to decide what to do, but quickly realized my truck was either going to die or it wasnít. The best thing I could do was try to get back to Greencastle, through yet another ridiculous storm.
There was high water. There was awful visibility. There was the ever-present threat that my truckís electrical system was on the verge of failure. (It wasnít, thankfully.)
I got home and backed in the driveway so there would be easy access if the truck needed a jump.
I turned off the ignition, gulped, and then tried to start it again. The olí girl sputtered to life and the battery gauge returned to its normal position.
A satisfying ending, to be sure, but it made that $33 kind of seem meaningless.
What number mattered to be at that point?
One, as in, I made it home in one piece.