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 Ardis Richardson was looking through the Soup 'R Market for an
eggbeater for her mom. Not the electric kind. The turn-the-handle
kind. She picked one up and tried it out, causing the friendly
little metallic whir that good eggbeaters make.
What was
serendipitous, however, was Anita Campbell not six feet away in the
next row thumping pumpkins.
As Anita thumped and Ardis whirred, they
got in time with each other, and Sarah McKinley was checking out
kitchen timers and gave one a friendly ding.
This got the thumper
and whirrer going even more enthusiastically and caused the market's
owner, Annette George, to walk over to the three percussionists,
grin and pick up a brand-new stainless steel funnel, purse her lips
and begin to blow a blues tune on it. It was OK, since she owned the
store.
Annette, it turns out, played trombone back in high school.
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While she was bluesing and Anita was thumping and Sarah was
dinging and Ardis was whirring, a kind of blissful harmony began and
filled the vegetable aisle with music.
When they finally stopped, and between gales of laughter, Annette
said she could put a regular trumpet mouthpiece in the funnel and
get a better tone. Anita said not to say anything to her husband,
Dud, as he thought his accordion playing was the only music in the
family.
They agreed to get together each Wednesday afternoon and practice
until they got good enough for a concert.
But they never did.
Serendipity just ... happens ... in its own good time.
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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