We were driving along the Fraser Highway, on our way to pick up our eldest daughter, Bailey. I’d turned the radio down because we were discussing Cat’s idea for a used bookshop/coffeehouse…

Cat: “…and we’ll display the works of local artists.”

Me: “You should be clear with the artists that you’ve got ‘particular tastes‘: you’ll want to be able to give them a polite ‘no thanks.’ After all, you don’t want dogs playing poker, do you?.”

Cat (mostly ignoring me): “…and poetry readings…maybe even some beatnik poetry.”

Me: “I suppose you already have a guitar-player lined up for Opening Night?

Cat: Nodded and said, “Yup: Jim Cuddy.”

We  both sat in silent contemplation. I turned up the radio; and, after listening for a half-minute, it slowly dawned on…

Me: “Is that Jim Cuddy? Did you mention him because his song is on the radio?”

Cat: “No I didn’t. But I think that is Jim Cuddy.”

It was Everyone Watched the Wedding, from his new album.

Maybe something clicked subliminally in Cat’s mind as the music played quietly, but the music had been almost inaudible. Perhaps it was synchronicity. I doesn’t matter. I’m going  to buy the CD when I get a chance…it will be perfect background music in her shoppe.