April 21, 2025: The Crazy Odds

What are the odds?

On a late summer night during college, my neighbor and I hung out in my living room. The TV played in the background as we chatted about high school buddies.

One friend came up… Mac. We hadn’t heard from him in years. In those days before social media, losing track of someone was a part of life. Without a phone number or address, people just disappeared.

As we talked, the Late Night with David Letterman show started. During the monologue, as Dave interacted with the audience, the camera panned across the crowd.

And there, clear as day, sat Mac. For a few seconds, he bantered back and forth with Letterman.

We froze, mouths open.

Only minutes after mentioning him, Mac appeared on national television. Think about the astronomical odds. Mind-bending.

Fast-forward to this week for another statistical absurdity. For my first 48 years on this planet, it never happened. But now, it’s been four times in the past seven.

Our mailbox, hit by a car again. Flattened to the ground.

There’s nothing unusual about the placement. Same spot as everyone else’s, right by the driveway. And yet, somehow, our box calls out like a beacon to bumpers.

Dave may be off the air, but our mailbox is still putting on a show.