Timing

Timing.

We had met a man a few years ago, an oldtimer, who said his son sails to Cuba from Key West. So, Cornelius wanted to meet him again and sail to Cuba. Emails and phone calls to the museum left us empty handed. As a last resort we drove out to the Museum. Just as we pulled in, there he was walking on the driveway. Cornelius recognized the face, I sort of remembered the gait.

Now, perhaps a summer cruise to Cuba, only from New York.

Yesterday, called the Mahlerfest contact number at 8am and spoke directly to the president, at his home I’m sure. In search of a music right to use in my film. His words: Perfect timing. The artistic director Robert Olson is coming in from out of town tomorrow and we are having a full board meeting and can bring it up, and maybe even settle the issue right there.

What will happen when I walk out my door next?