An Aha! to Relish
January 6, 2012
Hey, we all like to make discoveries. We like that rush, that spectacular pleasure of having stumbled upon something wonderful, something that’s just right, that’s just perfect for that moment. Perhaps it’s a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that pulls at your nostalgia strings and takes you back to tastes and smells of your grandmother’s table, or the quaint alley you veered down in Britain, only to discover a hidden abbey where a group of ancient monks once dwelt, or that perfectly romantic getaway where your life’s love was sealed. These moments you can’t anticipate and cannot recreate—you can only relish them.
Last night was such a night for me. I was sitting in the crowded San Carlos Theatre, hogging the aisle at the Key West Literary Seminar, when a sling-armed man stumbled over me to take the adjacent seat. He plopped down and spilled over into my seat. He told me about his arm, that he’d recently had surgery on his rotator cuff and blah, blah, blah. I asked him where he was from and how he heard about the conference, and he said that someone in his office mentioned it to him, so he came.
“What kind of work do you do?”
“I work at a university, in administration. But it’s a fairly new job.”
An admissions counselor, I thought, or maybe a development dog.
“Are you a reader or a writer?” I asked because both types flood this conference.
“Both,” he said. “But I write more in the scientific and academic arena, although I’m working on a memoir about my research and work with