Way leads on to way
The ridiculous thing is that I don't even play pool.
Speaking of butterfly effects, my father's friend's decision to drive me all the way to Logan instead of dropping me off at Framingham meant that I waiting longer in the airport, felt more bored, and probably consequently was more likely to buy The Lord of the Rings at Midway (having already written my postcards at Logan, and hence not having them available to write there). This, in turn, will lead to my having read The Lord of the Rings, which may affect things like whether, or to whom, I get married, or how many years I live.
I was thinking about that because...
