Oh my GOD
When I was 19, a psychic told me about “Roadway.”
I’ve written about this. I’ve thought for decades it was about travel. Like, either the hotel or the trucks.
I walked away thinking, huh, don’t get hit by a Roadway truck, got it. Or don’t stay at that chain.
When I was in NYC last month, I saw that there’s a Roadway moving company. With cute purple trucks.
And I thought, is this my sign to move here?
Well I was just dicking around the Marriott site and whatever I typed in, the search came up as “Roadway” … or so I thought.
BROADWAY.
Holy schnikes. Did this weird witch see me spending as much time as I do on Broadway?
No insights other than that. Just … here I’ve been looking for a sign — a literal sign — and I’ve been standing under the biggest damn sign since my first trip there WHEN I WAS NINETEEN.