My wishes come true in weird ways. I remember writing in my diary when I was eleven about the perfect date. I said it would be in a small quaint cafe, and then next we would go to the bookstore. Well, I've still never really been on a date, but my senior year of high school I couldn't make it to prom, so I went with my prom date (a good friend) to a small quaint Japenese restaurant, and afterwards, he said, "Want to go to Barnes and Noble?" I didn't really notice the connection of the two until weeks later.


I also wrote (in another diary, perhaps earlier) that my life was awful and boring. I had just read E.B. White's "The Trumpet of the Swan", and I wrote, "I wish my life could be like Sam Beaver's." Sam Beaver had the fortune to find a Trumpter Swan family in the Canada woods and save the life of the parents, making them friendly towards him, and they got to be really good friends.


Well last week, my brother was reading the book for the first time, and he asked, "Amy, what's a watercress sandwich?"
I explained them to him, and also told him how I had eaten some at the Ritz Hotel in Boston ("Tea at the Ritz" is an annual a WILG sponsored outing).


My brother was wide eyed. "Amy, that's where Louis ate his sandwich!!" Louis was the trumpeter swan and main character along with Sam.


"Hehehe. . . Louis at the sandwhich at the Ritz?" I asked. "But I bet it wasn't the one in Boston."


"It is Amy, it is," he said with a really wide smile.


Oh well. I'm not Sam Beaver, but I guess I'll be content with being Louis the trumpeter swan. And Wally went on to read the next chapter, "Philedelphia".