Today, as I biked up Lookout Mountain, a car passed me. A big ‘ol bloodhound was leaning out the window, howling the most mournful happy howl I have ever heard. And not once, but on and on, he howled. He made me laugh!
This blog isn’t about dogs (that would be too easy!) but I had to share my happy hound dog story with you.
At the top of Lookout Mountain, I met Mike, a journalist who is currently working on a film about a group of injured veteran cyclists. He just finished a 900 mile bike trip with the group of vets, and he was very excited about his work. We had a grand time, talking while we caught our breath from the ride to the top.
I was supposed to ride with Nick this morning, but that didn’t work out, so I found myself riding alone. At first I was bummed, but after meeting Mike, I was reminded that everything happens for a reason. I wouldn’t have enjoyed that chance meeting with Mike, if I had been riding with Nick.
So here’s to chance meetings, howling hound dogs, and super-cool indy film journalists who are totally jazzed about their creative projects.
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