I am embarrassed to say that that touching story made me think of a very different sort of a coincidence that happened back in the 1970's. Sunday mornings our family listened to WGAN FM, a local muzak station. This particular summer morning, the station signal went dead. We left the radio on, reading the comics. Suddenly, the station came back on the air with the volume up much too loud. As if on cue, our dog Sam came bopping around the corner at the exact same moment stepping in perfect synch with the infectious rhythms of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass playing Tijuana Taxi. My brothers and I fell off the couch in hysterics. I believe the giddy aftereffects of the experience continued to afflict us for weeks without warning. I still break into a laugh every time I hear Tijuana Taxi.

Brían