I believe in miracles, do you?
Miracles do happen. Every day. Some big, some small, and some matter more to us than others. Last night it was announced that my town’s only family owned kosher market, The Crown, will be saved by the valiant efforts of local investors with a heart. This means that my friend who’s moving back north from Florida will be able to have her much craved for famous Crown tuna salad again, my boys can still have their yummy bagels, and I can still kibbetz (chat) with some of my all-time favorite store folks. Phew.
Once I got over the five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance) – which all happened within a turbulent period of a couple of days – I was exhausted, but I had a feeling something good was going to come of this. It was too good of a place, too meaningful of a thing, to just vanish into thin air.
As they used to say in France when they still had monarchy:
“The king is dead. Long live the king!”
We’ll just replace king with The Crown. Totally works.
So, now that this roller coaster ride is over, or at least that part of it, let’s board the radio-car ride, because it’s time for the ideas to be bounced around to find the best operating solution for the Crown to move forward in good, robust health.
I raise my cup of tea with honey to The Crown’s future health!
L’chaim l’Crown! – To the Crown’s life!
On this lovely occasion, some might get nostalgic with this one: “If only you believe in miracles, like I believe, we’d get by…”